• Ben sat on his bed, banned in his room, for 'talking back'. Dad was gone, left to the bar. The camera outside his room made the annoying, loud click, that started recording a video. Ben was almost puzzled with why he was in this room.
    "all i said was, you should relax." He said aloud as he rubbed his nose. He would have to tell his teachers that he fell again. After the confusion, the rage of defeat and pain swept over him like a wave of hot water. He decided that even though he would 'get a fist sandwich' from loving father if he left the room, he would have some fun that day. He threw the door open with a huge swing, and grimaced at the camera. He pulled it off the wall, and crushed it against the door. He did'nt know what what would happen for that,and then, he did'nt care. No use crying over spilled milk he thought, although dad would pull his belt off for that. He grabbed a bottled water, the only thing dad bought to drink besides whiskey. As soon as he touched the bottle he tossed it on the couch and sat down. He picked it back up then and wondered why it was so cold, considering that it was not in fridge because only, 'the people that pay the bills' could drink cold stuff. He opened it, and out came a soft melody, the kind heard in meadows. He dropped on the floor, where it leaked all over. Then he jumped over to the rest of them, and all of them were moutain spring fresh and cold. He opened one of them and it sung and tune of joy. Then he decided what he should do with them. Free them. He grabbed the entire box, and got to the sink. He poured the one he opened and another, which sang beautifully even as it was gargled by the drain. He poured all of them down the drain, then sat in the floor feeling total peace, until dad came home. He looked around, sae the broken camera, and the empty bottles scattered all over the kitchen floor. He balled his hand into a fist. Ben saw him, and jumped on the sink, terrified.
    "you little b*****d....." Dad growled. Ben cringed in the sink, when a liquidy sound came from the living room floor. A woman, made entirely of water, arose. She smiled at Ben, and glared at his father.
    "you have entrapped this boy in fear mortal. But now he will be free. Ben felt wet, and soon free. He swirled down the drain a happy soul. The woman looked back to his father.
    "He is free now, as he should always of been.