Cold
“BOY!” yelled an angry Uncle Vernon.
Boy curled into a smaller ball inside his cupboard. He knew what Uncle Vernon was angry about this time. He had accidentally dropped a plate on his way to the sink. He had seen it in pieces, and so had Aunt Petunia. He didn’t know why, but after he blinked, it was back to normal. He thought that was great, as there was not an uneven amount of plates for Aunt Petunia to be mad about. But Aunt Petunia had gone white in the face, which meant he had done something wrong.
The cupboard door slammed open. He could smell the liquor on Uncle Vernon’s breath. Oh, joy.
“Boy,” he growled, “what’s this I hear of freakishness?”
Boy flinched, but didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say.
Uncle Vernon dragged him out by his hair. “Five years boy! Five years you’ve lived in this house! We’ve done everything we could to fix you, but if you insist on that freakishness we’ll do what we should have years ago!” He slurs into Boys face.
He dropped Boy just to grab him by the arm and drag him to the front door while Dudley watched from the stairs laughing. Uncle Vernon opened the door and threw him down onto the porch. “And don’t come back!! Or else you’ll wish you were never born!” Then Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut.
Boy got up and saw Dudley had run down to the window to make faces at him. Boy shivered, looking around the the neighborhood. He went down the porch and started walking down the street.
He walked until the houses turned to large buildings. Buildings bigger than anything he’d ever seen. Most of his time was spent inside and in the garden, talking to the snakes that called it home. His aunt and uncle liked him out of the neighbors sight. He walked until he was too cold to walk any further, shivering harder than ever.
He stumbled into an alleyway with trash strewn about. He looked around, blinking slowly, gosh he was tired, until his eyes landed on a hole in the wall of one of the buildings. He crawled closer and saw that that it was a vent with the door swung open.
He looked around. There was nobody else around. He shrugged, then shimmied through the vent. On the other side, he saw a room. It’s one of those things that would make Aunt Petunia faint if she ever saw it. There was dust nearly everywhere, the paint was coming off the walls and what looked like a mold in the far corner of the room. On the opposite side, there was a dirty sleeping bag and a Queen poster above it.
Boy shoved himself into the cleaner corner without the sleeping bag, and curled up, hoping that whoever live here would let him go in the morning.