-1 Fear

The scorching sun was high up in the sky, within the large group of clouds, the sun shone brightly like a pit of fire as it was unbearably hot.

A young boy stood, oblivious to all the evil intentions within his surroundings, with a tight but genuine smile on his face showcasing all his perfect but small features.

He bent down and started to take out the weeds again from the farm as he swiftly wiped his sweat, again and again from all the hard work and the heat. A smile decorated his face at all times, while doing the work he was assigned to do that day. Even if he smiled genuinely out of happiness, there was still a a small but a lingering feeling in his heart. Something which cannot be shaken out easily.

Fear.

He had been working with all his might, always, but no one not even his own mother seemed to have noticed the effort he put in everything he did. Till dawn to dust, he worked his life off as it was the only source of income for his only family, his mother. He couldn't imagine calling his life, a life if not for his mother, but,

She was also the reason behind all his fears and sufferings.

She was why he had to work his butt of in order to survive, to have food to eat, to have necessities to live, to have a reason to live on.

She never once had to work, not because she can't, but because she wasn't allowed to.

He understood all his mother's pain, and hardships she's been through, but still hated her even a tiny bit inside his heart.

He never once tasted what it's called to have been 'relaxed' or to have been 'rested'. One of the main reasons he despised his mother deep inside himself was because, she gets to relax.

She gets to rest all day long, without having to work like him during the day like a slave.

She was living the life of a queen.

She didn't do anything else then just stay in her bed, always sleeping.

He was tired. Tired of being treated like a slave. Tired of being ordered around.

Tired of living.

He collected his tools as he stood upright, stretching his hands and legs. Dusting his ripped shorts and shirt. Staring at the sunset while doing so.

He was trying to be positive while he walked home, with his head down as he mindlessly walked towards the front without looking. The sun was already gone when he reached halfway as he continued walking forward.

He almost reached his house as he heard a scream. The same scream hollowing again and again. With couple of gruff sounding laughs, echoing through the darkness.

He became completely still, fear of being found out by the unknown people as he heard a man's voice speaking out through the fire,

"The child's not here, only this rag was here, sleeping like some kind of a 'human' cozily, how dare she live in happiness while our master has to suffer? Let's just leave her to die."

"P-please lea-leave mmy s-son alo-alone,dd-don't touch h-him"

"You still dare to talk while burning to ashes? Got some nerve right there"

Couple of laughs resounded as he listened with sweat glistening on his forehead, seized with worry. He couldn't step up to them and safe his mother as she was burning to crisps.

He regretted.

He regretted not listening to her.

He regretted ignoring her.

He regretted acting like a bastard to his own mother.

He regretted...not being there when she needed him the most.

He ran with all his might as heard his mother's voice, a scream, one last time, he was willing to listen,

"Y-YE M-MIN FE-FENG!"