Innocent

Chapter 2

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This is chapter two but as you can tell it's a different character!

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Luke's POV

“Hey, Luke, get that ball, will you?”

I turned to see a bulky guy shouting at me. Dressed in a red t-shirt a size tad too small and stretched jeans, he looked like a cartoon character straight out from the T.V.

I sighed.

Bending down, I picked up the red plastic ball and threw it back to him.

Jordan. A cute little boy. But nothing close to the eighteen-year old boy he is supposed to be. He had a developmental disease from birth, something called autism or something like that, and he is pretty immature in most cases. His face is a field of freckles, and added with that always-red skin, it makes you go eww!, but he is a good boy at heart. I guess that's why he is my best friend at the home.

Jordan's parents died in a plane accident when he was three. They were traveling from Aberdeen to Cornwall, most probably for a business trip. That was in the winter, and you probably know how bad the fogs can get during the winter here in Aberdeen. And down went the plane carrying Jordan and his parents. Jordan was among the seven who survived from that plane crash. And that was when he came here. And I got my first real friend.

As for me, I have always been living here. Aberdeen Children's Home. My home since my birth. I have no memories of my parents, probably because I had a pretty bad concussion when i was four, and a nasty brain injury ensued. 

Anyway, if you want to know something more about me, this is the place, for I am in the mood to chatter away right now. The home was always the best place for me, probably because it offered roast turkey every Sunday, but also because I had nobody to actually look after me. That's the story, as I have been hearing it. They say that my parents had died. I don't know if it was true or not. But I had never really considered anything else. I was happy after all in the home. It was a pretty good affair living there. The routine was pretty simple and easy. Get up at six in the morning. Dress up. Have breakfast. Go out to play. Have dinner. Go out to play. Have supper. Go to bed. See what I meant? No studies, no work. Well, actually excepting the couple of hours on weekends when we had to learn the basics of handiwork. It was up to the choice of the child to choose his or her trade. I chose object-making. And I enjoyed it. I loved playing with small pieces of metal and wood and turning them into little objects of pleasure or utility, depending on the circumstance.

I was a loner at the home. Jordan was my only friend there, you see. The other boys would always tease me, call me names and hit me without any reasons. All because....I don't know actually why they treated me like that. But I was the loner every time. Me and Jordan. Maybe, that's why we went along so well, I don't know really.

"C'mon, man, we are supposed to be playing!" Jordan shouted, breaking my chain of thought.

I nodded and started playing catch with him. Say childish.

"Come on, Jordan! Are you getting out of that shower or not?" I shouted as I pulled out a fresh t-shirt from my trunk. We had just finished supper and were getting ready for bed.

"Just a minute, Luke! I just have to put on my baby lotion," came Jordan's voice from the bathroom.

I pulled out a clean towel from the clothes rack. But where were my pyjamas? My favourite green pyjamas? I never slept in anything other than them, so I started rummaging into the bottom of my rusty trunk. A worn-out paper listing the things needed to make a wooden raft, a box of melted chocolates which the home authorities had distributed to everybody last Christmas, some small pieces of rope. But where were my pyjamas? Shit. I hated searching around for my stuff.

I pulled out another trunk, a smaller one, from under my bunk. I used that one rarely, maybe because there were nothing useful in it. I knew that it was probably not possible, but it could have been. My pyjamas. In a trunk I rarely used. Fat chance.

I had to tug hard at the cover handle. It was so hard and stuck. Finally, after much pulling, it gave way, and I found myself staring at a trunk full of this-and-that. I was never going to find my pyjamas in that mess. i was just about to close it when a certain thing drew my attention.

It was a photograph.

I looked at it closer. A really old photo. It showed a woman, possibly aged twenty-something, and a man, more or less the same age. The woman had beautiful copper skin, and blue eyes. Her hair was blonde and she wore thin-rimmed glasses. Her face could be called pretty, but on it lingered a well-hidden feeling of sorrow and stress. The man was a brunette, with the slightest hint of stubble on his shaped jawbones. They were standing hand in hand, with a little girl standing in front of them. In the hands of the woman, rested a newborn baby, its tiny face visible upon the white hospital towel.

All of them looked alike, somewhat in a weird sense. But it did not take much brains to discover that they were a family.

But that was not all. The thing that struck me more was the fact that the baby was sucking the middle finger of its left hand. It was a typical habit that I recognized all too well, maybe for the fact that I still sucked the same thumb while going to sleep at night, or maybe for the fact that I recognized strongly the little girl, standing there in her cute little red raincoat, an innocent smile lingering on her face, without the slightest of worries in the world. But the one thing that I was absolutely sure of was that the family in the photograph was my own, and the little girl in the photo was my elder sister, and the baby, me.

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