On a hot day, Willem was still in his math class, staring at that old clock. It was almost 2 o'clock, and soon the bell would ring. Brrrrrrrinngggg. "Great, there it goes. Hehe, what a mediocre day it's been." Of course, his friend Joep wanted to go to the store for some candy, but Willem was going straight home to finish his homework so he could go see his grandpa with his dad. After walking for a bit, Willem finally found his bike among all the others. Clumsily, he climbed on it and pedaled away as fast as possible. "Dang, it's so cold, brrr... Imagine how people live in the Alps," he muttered to himself. Willem soon arrived home, quickly parking his bike neatly in the shed and walking inside, grabbing a glass of water from the faucet. "Knock, knock, knock, knock." He heard footsteps upstairs, followed by a glass breaking and a door opening, accompanied by screaming and crying. "Here she goes again," Willem sighed. His stepmother and real father were fighting again. After a few seconds, he heard his father scream, "You're just a goddamn whore, eh? How dare you?" Soon after, he heard a bloody, screaming cry from his father. "Aaaaah what are you doing??? I have a child. How can you? Aaaaah," and then there was silence. Willem didn't move.He could only think "What the hell is going on?" and stormed up the stairs. When he pushed the door open, he saw what he expected, but it hit him so deeply in his heart with shock and grief that he could only stare. Next to his crying stepmother was his father, lying on the bed covered in blood, with his eyes open and trembling hands. Blood was coming out of his mouth, and it seemed like he would die soon. "What have you done!!!!??????? Dadd!!!!!!!" Willem cried with tears in his eyes, looking at his...not real mother. "Shut your trap, you spoiled brat! Shut your mouth!!!!!" she screamed back, standing up calmly with a bloody knife in her hand.
Willem quickly threw the broken vase in her face and wounded her. While she staggered backward from the pain in her eyes and face caused by the broken glass pieces, Willem took the opportunity and rushed to grab the knife from her. She tried to resist. Willem let go of her with one hand and punched her hard in the throat so she couldn't scream. He took the knife without hesitation and stabbed her in the chest. He did this 44 more times. "THIS IS FOR MY FATHER!!!!! YOU... STUPID WOMAN. YOU RUINED OUR LIVES!!!!! NOW YOU MUST FEEL IT," he yelled. She tried to defend herself and push him away. Unfortunately, Willem was controlled by all the evil and grief like a beast, and kept stabbing her until she stopped moving. He decided to do one last good deed and slit her throat. But suddenly, he stopped, stood up, dropped the knife, and looked at his lifeless father, lying on the old family bed. It was the bed where he and his father and real mother, who had died in a fatal accident, used to read stories. It was the bed where, when he was scared, he would sleep in, and his mother would sing lullabies to him. "No... dad," Willem muttered but dared not look in that direction.
He quickly turned around and walked downstairs, crawling into a corner.He sat there, bent over, and began to cry. It took a while for him to realize what had just happened and what he had spontaneously done to his stepmother. It had happened so automatically. But the image of his father, who loved him so much, was very painful to think about. But soon, there was a knock on the door. "Hey, is everything okay here?" Willem looked startled at the window. Damn, it was the neighbor. What should he do? Open the door? He began to feel scared. He stood up and slowly walked to the back door with his face turned toward the window. The knocking grew louder and louder. Then the neighbor started yelling, "Willem!!! Anneke!!! Mario!!! What's happening there? I heard so much commotion while cooking. Is everything okay with you?" But inside the house, it remained completely silent. Willem stood at the back door, his face focused on the neighbor's silhouette outside the window. At one point, he saw the neighbor quickly walk away.
Willem then ran quickly to his room without looking at the other room and grabbed his backpack. He only took the most important things, like money, a pocket knife, two pairs of jeans, three sweaters, and a jacket. But suddenly, amid all the chaos, he heard sirens outside. Now was the time! He had to leave. In haste, he stormed down the stairs and went out the back door. He didn't know where he was going but just ran toward the farmland. He ran with all his strength and energy into the farmland and then to a small forest where he could hide. He had run so far that he could no longer see any buildings, and since it was almost evening, the lights had already begun to turn on, but he didn't stop and kept running breathlessly. Eventually, he was so deep in the woods that he could no longer see those lights. As the sun quickly set, he looked for a place to sleep for the night. He found a dry patch of land with an old shed and went inside.
It was pitch black. After Willem started feeling around inside, it turned out to be almost empty, with only a few thick iron chains and an old shoe and also some crates. After it became dark, he began to fall asleep. It was cold, but he thought to himself, "This will have to do for now." Throughout all of this, he thought about his father, grandfather, and grandmother, and eventually about the time when his mother was still alive. He sighed, and then the tears started flowing. He really missed his Dad and Mom now.