13 Witches

Before I begin this story, just remember when you were a little boy or girl and how vivid your imaginations were. When you read a book you could close your eyes and somehow be in the story, and see the scenery, and characters come alive. In the story you are about to read a little boy by the name of Victor will bring his imagination to life on canvas that will have fatal consequences.
Even though Victor’s life was pretty messed up because of his alcoholic parent’s, he never gave up on his dream of becoming a famous painter. Victor being an only child, you would think his parent’s would spoil him rotten, but since the bottle was the only thing they cared about, Victor had to take a back seat and figure out life on his own. As Victor’s passion for painting grew each day it was getting easier to drown out his sorrows of not having a stable family life he could be proud of.
Anytime Victor would get excited about a painting he worked so hard on, he would run downstairs to show it off to his parent’s but all he got in the end was heartache. Finally, he said after painting what he thought was his best yet he said “Maybe this time they’ll be proud of me but the only reaction he got when he should it to them was laughter and belittlement from by telling him his painting was absolute junk. His father said “A dog could paint better than that!” Then his father and mother opened their cans of beer and threw beer all over his painting as they both were laughing hysterically.
Victor started crying and shouted out loud “I wish you both were dead!” His parent’s just laughed even more, and popped another can of beer, and chased it down, and then threw their empty cans of beer at him hitting him in the back of the head. Victor ran upstairs to his room crying and angry as hell. He wiped the tears from his face and decided to get out of the house for a while so he could cool down, and get a breath of fresh air. Victor’s parents never took him outside to see the world so he could associate with kids his own age, and if that would happen it would probably be kind of frightening to him but at the same time exciting.
Victor got on his jacket and marched out of his room down the stairs and as he was heading towards the front door his father said “Where are you going Picasso?” as he laughed and guzzled down another beer. “I’m going out for a while!” and slammed the door behind him. His father got up from the kitchen table with beer in hand then opened the door and yelled out for Victor to get back in the house, but Victor didn’t turn around and just kept on walking. His father yelled out again “Hey Picasso! When you get back home you’re going to get the whipping of your life!” Victor’s mother raised her head up off of the kitchen table and said to her husband, “Just let him go, and get back in here, and help me finish off the rest of this case of beer, and then we can go upstairs and fool around.” “Sounds good to me and besides he’s just a thorn in our side, and wish we never had a child to have to spend our beer money on.”