Snippet #1956745

Erik Alexander Ross

A boy, only six years old, sat, huddled in a corner. His father, who reeked of alcohol, stood over him. Every word that came out of the man's mouth was slurred and barely understandable. The boy trembled with fear as he sobbed and pleaded for the beating to stop..

Erik's eyes shot open with a sharp gasp. He lay there, panting for several moments before he rolled over onto his back to stare at the ceiling. The dream had left him trembling and soaked in a cold sweat. He reached his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes with a yawn.

Erik sat up in his bed and looked around his room with a sigh. "Guess I could go mingle..I haven't met anyone here yet," he thought to himself as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He went over to his closet, opened it and looked inside for several moments before he pulled out a long sleeved, dark grey shirt and black jeans to wear.

After getting dressed, Erik walked out of his room and slowly made his way towards the living room, "I wonder what the people here are like..I haven't actually met any of them." Several thoughts and questions continued to flood his mind as he walked slowly through the halls. "Maybe i should get breakfast." He turned and made his way towards the kitchen. Once he got there, he made himself some toast to eat.

Erik really wasn't sure what he was going to do or who he was going to talk to and he felt a little awkward now as he walked into the opening of the living room. He looked at the few people that were in the room. All of them were strangers to him. After a moments hesitation he went over to an empty seat on the couch.