Nocturnal Nights~

The humming of his computer,
The ticking of his old air-conditioning.

The vast boredom that hit him like a hurricane.
That would seem to take for ever to blow over completely.

Fine
Let me stretch out my imagination

He sat on his computer, staring at the screen.
Stared at the keys,
and stared at the blinking line.

An infinite amount of letters can come out of that blinking line...

Bo was a 10 year old..

No

Bo was a 7 year old..

Not quite.

Bo, a 5 year old with no desire whatsoever to age, grow, or mature.

He loves being a 5 year old. He hates grown ups.
"Grown ups get cranky and boring.." he tells himself.
"And now i'm off! To bring chaos to the room of the gorgon, who had been sweetened by the sweetness of the sickeningly peaceful peace"

He creeps out his room, ninja-style, and took tiny little steps just to play it safe.

And heard a window smash in from downstairs.

"Voices!" he heard. Someone is mumbling something.
An adult. Mumbling something.
"More than one..."
He crept towards the staircase hoping to hear better.
His tiny hands holding him up above the ledge.

"I said you take the front, and two people upstairs! Are you deaf?!"
"Leave no witnesses behind"
"Two kids, one adult, cut them up to flushable sizes"

What is this he's hearing? Who are these people? What have they done to deserve this?

A scream. Like none he's ever heard of, but sure as hell he was, that it came from his mothers.

"Please, don't do anything to my chi..." and he heard gagging, choking, and wheezing.

He could hear music from his sisters' room. Loud enough to sober an Irishman. But more importantly, he could hear footsteps running towards the stairs.

Bo, the child, ran into his parents room and and hid in the closet...

Enough.

"I'm writing for the sake of writing."
He lifts his fingers from above the keyboards, crosses his hands, and continued to stare at the screen.
"Maybe i just need to rest"
"I need a new hobby"
"I wonder what she's doing"
"I'm hungry"

"What about me?"

He stopped and stared at the screen.
"When one types without knowing it," he thought, "it's definitely time to get some rest".

"Don't leave me!"

Now he's sure he saw that appear on its own.

"Please"!

Any moment now, he's going to turn off the main switch, and jump under the covers.

"Don't leave me in the closet..."