He could feel something wet trailing down from his face, just like how he could vividly feel the blood coming out from his body in a steady stream as his sense slowly dull and weariness casting its spell on him. The wetness on his face must be the tears, yeah, he was supposed to cry and lament his fate, right? He was just with his mother a while ago. She was going to cook lunch with such a big smile, because she was able to buy some good meat which was an achievement as their state of living was not the best, but it was enough for the two of them. His father, no idea... But, that changed just a few moments ago. The lunch he was looking forward to it, not the bloodbath that was given to them.
The door to their humble home was kicked with viciousness and there stood that man with a smile that would make the devil cringed. His mother was frozen like an ice and pale like that of a ghost. He didn't need to ask that his mother was terrified to her wit's end and he quickly knew why was that as the first spill of blood penetrated his eyesight. His mother urged him to run as far as he could, but he could not live his mother to fend against that vicious man. That was a mistake, he knew, but she was his only family. Just like that, he saw how his mother was killed in front of him as if she was just some livestock meant to be butchered. His horror and his rage mixed into a tidal of emotions as he was blinded to lash out, so that the pain of death and being left behind could be numbed, but that was not the case.
That man took pride in his handiwork and was even more pleased to see him, rushing to death. He was cut and stabbed multiple times, he could still recall the sensation as that sword plunged into his body. There was also the laughter that ensued as that man declared, that no one shall take his throne. That was only when he was able to gather who this monstrous man is, before he succumbed to the darkness which he believed was death, but he soon rouse to reality with the smell of fire flooding the house. It seemed stabbing and slashing them to death was not enough, burning them to the crisp was also in the agenda.
With all of his small body, he crawled and saw the lifeless body of his mother, her eyes wide opened with tears glistening. He wanted to at least be with her, but that was not the case. A falling debris separated them and he was ushered outside, towards the safety. There, he now laid waiting as the last breath of life from his body seeped away. His question as to why this had happened never answered, but does it matter anymore. He was going to die. That's right die, just like some trash on this road, with no one even knowing what happened to them.
His tears flowed continuously without stop. He really didn't want to die. That's why someone... anyone...
"Please... help me..."