"huff..huff..huff"
A young boy not older than 4 stood in a park with bloody hands surrounded by bodies, as heavy breath escaped his trembling lips he felt something grab his leg
As he looked down his expression darkened, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw the battered had grabbing his leg, it was noticeably broken and covered in blood.
"why..." He heard a voice saying , turning around to see another hand on his right leg.
"why.." He heard again with more hands latching on to him progressively reaching higher and higher.
"I... it's not my fault" he said in voice laced with fear, his body was still unable move even if he wanted to.
But as if ignoring his words the cries grew louder more frequent , the hands multiplied encasing him,tears fell down his face but no sound's came out anymore, he just watched until only his eyes were left open but soon after darkness followed.
[.....….....]
Kyle jolted up from his bed, sweat dripping from his face , the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the dimly lit room.
"That dream again huh?" He said with tired expression.
This wasn't the first time he had this dream,I fact it was the third time this week, but it was less of a dream and more of a trauma induced nightmare.
The content's of the dream were true but he couldn't understand why it was so gory , but what was the dream even about?
You see when Kyle was a kid he loved the park he would go with his mom almost every day , but he preferred playing alone ,so whenever the other kids asked him to play with them he would always refuse , and it was all fine.
But there's always someone who has a problem with the way you do things, and for Kyle that person was a six year old named David.
David was a popular kid who just moved here from another state, it hadn't even been two weeks but he already had all the kids (apart from Kyle) under his chubby thumb, so when he realized that Kyle played alone obviously he tried recruit him.
Needless to say it didn't go as planned, not only did Kyle reject his offer he didn't even look him in the eye as he did it , and well let's just say Daniel didn't take it too well.
It started with small stuff ,like knocking down his sandcastles by 'accident' and hoarding the monkey bars and slides.
But after some time it more physical , although he wasn't threatened he still didn't till as he feared they would no longer let him come play at the park.
So after two weeks of bullying Kyle, Daniel decided it was time to up the ante.
After leading Kyle to the secluded part of the playground he and his goons proceeded to beat the everliving shit out of him, and with him being one the youngest of the kids that played there it was never going to be a fair fight.
As he being beaten down by Daniel and his followers, Kyle slowly started to lose consciousness,he struggled and but he was never one to cry.
Soon enough everything went dark, and by the time he opened his eyes everything had already gone wrong.
He was standing straight which wasn't right because he was supposed to be taking a beating.
He felt pain in his hands, looking down to find them balled up into a fist, they were bruised badly and stained with something red he wasn't sure what it was
But looking down to the ground he found his answers laying sprawled on the ground, with beaten bodies groaning and sobbing.
Finally a parent of one of the boys noticed this, as Kyle was still trying to gather his thoughts, his ears were assaulted by the must gut wrenching scream they'd ever had the pleasure of listening to.
It turned into a whole issue, with Kyle receiving all the blame and being labeled as a kid with 'dangerous tendencies'
Well it's not like he could argue with them, as he himself had no clue what happened, and anyone with half a brain would have the same reaction when faced with such a scene.
His parents just hope nothing like this would happen again.
IT DID
Multiple times infact, and after being referred to a psychologist he was diagnosed with a Disassociative Identity Disorder (DID).
His parents were very supportive, and with time he was able to grasp control over his not one but four alternate personalities.
There was Rex, he was the one that showed up whenever he got beat up to the brink of unconsciousness, he was a lot stronger than Kyle which no one really understood why.
Then Flynn,Erill and Solis, these guys were some what more stressful to deal with, not because they were violent, but because of their attitudes.
Solis was charismatic, a little too charismatic, always trying to pick up girls at every turn, well at least that's what Kyle guessed he was doing.
Kyle couldn't remember what happened when the other him's were in control,but sometimes he would wake up to new contacts on his phone, and on multiple occasions he was harassed by girls he'd never met
It was weird but that was his life.
Flynn on the other hand was a ball of energy with a very very concerning sense of humor, he had woken up in a prison cell on multiple occasions
Obviously it wasn't anything to bad, but tripping the blind and terrorizing orphans wasn't really good either, and they were still not worst thing he'd done.
And then there was Erill was just himself, he was cool and never really got into trouble, he was just extremely emo for some reason.
Anyway, after taking care of their headache of a kid for sixteen years, his parents decided to send to school far away promising to send him money on condition he never came back and never called.
It was heartbreaking, but he kinda understood where they were coming from, like he wouldn't want to be associated with himself either.
He moved three states away, and as promised he never called or came home, but he got money from them every month so at least he knew they were alive.
He kept receiving money every month for two years until it stopped, worried about them he call, but sadly he had been blocked.
If there was one thing Kyle was good at it was taking a hint, so he seized all communication deleted their numbers and, started working his keep.
Two years later he was leaving in an apartment complex in a decent apartment with a single room, a bathroom, and kitchen.
Life wasn't the best but he wasn't complaining.
"Time for work" Kyle said as he dragged his tired back out of bed.
It was 7:30pm meaning he had only 30 minutes till his shift started, he worked at a supermarket a little way from his house.
The conditions weren't the best but the money made it worth it , he got up and dragged himself to the the bathroom trying to get the sleep out of his eyes.
After washing his face he looked I the mirror to see his sleepy face, he had dark brown hair and light skin, his hair was me messy but that was just how he liked to wear it, he was handsome but he would never say he was, to him he just looked average.
Getting out of the bathroom he wore his clothes, a black T-shirt and a khaki trouser, after taking his keys and other stuff he he'd out.
He walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, ignoring everyone he came across.
As he got to the intersection, he noticed that the light was already green so he decided to run for it trying not to be late for work, he ran into the streets, but before he could reach the center the lights changed .
Since he wasn't that far gone he decided to turn back, seeing an oncoming truck he hurried to get to the other side, but then disaster struck.
He tripped
'Fuck' he thought as his face raced to the ground.
He might not have liked his life but he still wasn't ready to die yet, there were so ma-
"BANG!!"
As he was still falling with his mind racing at a thousand miles an hour, his thoughts were cut short as he felt an unholy amount of weight pushing him from his right side.
He was thrown across the street, a few meters from the truck that hit him, the bones that weren't broken by the initial impact were broken subsequently as he bounced off the ground like a skipping stone.
He laid there sprawled on the ground, he struggled to stay awake with every breath more labored than the last, he couldn't see but he could hear people around, what were they doing? He wondered, but it didn't really matter.
Although he didn't know he was losing blood at comical rate, and the people around could only slow it down the best they could.
The noises got farther away until he couldn't hear them, he struggled to stay awake but soon enough Kyle Summers had died.