A Whisper In The Wind

Forget Me Not

~~~George's POV~~~

I've never minded blood. When I get a cut I'm usually fine. But this cut is different. It tears me apart on the inside. All that it reminds me of is my failed attempt to save my mother, and the loss of my freedom. I pray that she's okay.

Currently I stand alone in a completely white room, but I don't mind the color. It beats a piss yellow color any day. The only thing that isn't white are my clothes. The ones that were given to me when I arrived here. My shirt is a nice light blue color that I can see clearly, and my pants are a darker blue color. I prefer lighter blues over darker. I run a hand through my sweaty hair crashing onto the white bed.

I cradle my arm trying to sooth the pain. Why didn't anyone give me a bandage of some sort? I feel the warm liquid trickle farther down my arm and eventually it hits the white sheets. I should care but it doesn't bother me. If I get hit for getting blood on the sheets so be it. At this point I don't care what happens.

I start to daze off. It's funny because I've always been able to create a world in my brain at the drop of a hat. Everything I imagine clear as day. Its a blessing and a curse. When I was younger it used to be a curse. During school I would always get in trouble with the teachers for not paying attention. I couldn't help it though. It's not my fault that I was born with creativity unlike the other brain dead students in the school. I always tried my hardest though to focus in school. I wanted to make my mom proud, and not have her worry about me. She was already stressed enough about work all the time. I didn't need to add to her stress by being a hinderance.

Times like this when I need to escape reality are times when my brain is a blessing. I decide to imagine a different reality this time. The image of my mom starts to take form. Her dark brown hair and blue dress. She always wore blue for me. She knew I loved it. In fact all our houses that we lived in were covered in blue. My mother opens her arms to invite me into her embrace. I don't think twice before running into her arms crying.

"Mom I miss you. Please come back." She pats my head and rubs my back in comfort.

"Shhhh. I will always be with you George. I not gone yet." I bury my face in her shoulder letting out a muffled sob.

"But you aren't here now." She lets me go. "No mom please don't go. I need you. I can't lose you again."

She smiles. Oh her smile is always so soft and full of love. I miss her so much. I've lost so many people already. I can't lose her too. "I love you. Be strong." Her figure starts to fade away. I want her to stay. I need her to stay.

"Mom. No!" I reach for her one last time. She dissolves away into the solid white wall. And with that I crumble to the ground. "I love you too."

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There is a click from the door a few minutes later. My tears became nothing but puddles on the ground. Dry streaks cover my face. The memory of my mother. She told me to stay strong. I have to stay strong. The door opens and I am greeted by not one but two guards. One taller and the other one much shorter. The taller man has small hairs dotting his jaw and chin, and reddish brown hair that seems to curl at the end. The smaller man has a clean shaven face and a almost completely shaved head. They both look at me sitting on the ground curled up in a ball. The smaller one chuckles and pats the taller one on the back.

"Looks like you got yourself in for one wild ride Floris. Good luck with that mess." The smaller man starts to walk away, but not without a shout from the taller man.