Prologue; The Fall

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What is love?

Is it expressed with fists and venomous words?

Or is it something else…like heart-warming smiles and acceptance?

For Severus, he could never answer that question for his mind was focusing on something else. "Just five more minutes…" he thought while staring at the cob-webbed covered clock. He was in his bedroom, waiting for Tobias to take his usual "pub crawl" when he would hop from one bar to another, constantly consuming alcohol until a couple hours after midnight , then he would come home and begin his routine of beating the frail boy into a bloody pulp.

Heavy footsteps pondered towards the front door as the large wooden door creaked open and closed with a faint click. "So the Minger has finally left." Even though Tobias was supposed to be called "father", he would always address him by his first name [or "Minger" in his head] for he truly hated that drunken bastard. No…he didn't hate Tobias…he despised him! Severus didn't wait a moment longer as threw on his tattered jacket and began to stack books on top of his trunk underneath his window.

Tobias always locked him in his room before he left which didn't leave any escape routes except for the small window that was too high for him to reach on his own. As soon as he finished, he stepped onto the bulky box and began to clamber up, stretching his bony limbs to reach for the sill. He clamped onto the edge and slowly felt the pressure on his joints. The books that he was standing on collapsed and scattered onto the cold floor. Dangling a few metres from the floor, Severus was struggling to keep his grip as pain began to slowly spread from his shoulders blades all the way to his fingertips. He hissed from the burning sensation, it was as if he placed his arms on flaming hot coals. He gathered the very little strength he had and heaved his upper body onto the window sill.

Sitting on the edge, he gazed at the full view of his room. There was no furniture except for a stained mattress with paper –thin blankets and an old, patched up armchair. The four walls were covered with pasty white wall paper that was starting to peel off in large coils, and that contrasted well with the concrete floor. There was no insulation and not much light except for the few dim rays that beamed through the roof where shingles used to be. He flipped that latch and opened up the window. Sadly, it didn't make much of difference for light. He sighed as he scooted to the edge, preparing himself for the jump he will have to take. After a few seconds, he leaped from his three-story window and was nose-diving towards the ground.

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- Hey this is Snowbird123!

So... this here is the very first thing I've posted here, the first chapter will be longer than this prologue and that's a promise! If there is anything to suggest or even bits of editing and advice, please let me know so I can make this story better.