The genesis of Gangrene

Chaper one

They took us away...out of that hell hole. But, the outside world, this new land, had its own horrors hidden within. The sounds, people, darkness, it felt like a new kind of fear almost. Something he hadn't felt before, and that almost scared him more.

He didn't talk, I told him not too. Men kept asking questions, and looking over his arms and back. They shouldn't have done that. I know him, I know my friend, he was scared. Nobody talked to me, they couldn't. To them, I was nothing but a ghost. But to him? I was his protector.

'It's ok B, we'll be ok.' He simply nodded as he looked around in terror. His eyes were bloodshot and tired his body in desperate need of food and care. We had sat in that house for a long time after we found her. We didn't know what to do, we hid in his room. On that old mattress for what seemed like days, it probably was.

The noises didn't help. Yelling, sirens, horns. He was so scared, I wanted to help him. He sat curled up in the back of that car, alone. People were yelling outside which  didn't help. He clenched his eyes closed tight as he held his knees and cowered in fear. 'It's ok, she's not here B. She's gone. I think they're here to help you.' He didn't respond. He hasn't responded for a long time, only nodded or shook his head. His small green eyes burned with tears, I felt it. I felt his fear, his pain.

He shot up like a board as someone opened the car door. He tried to push himself back farther into the leather seat. The young man turned around and looked at us. He didn't look mean, his blond hair was nice and combed to the side as he wore a small smile. That was a foreign thing to him, a smile. He held his knees tightly to his chest as he stared at the man with absolute terror in his eyes. "Hello Lawrence." He cowered at the sound of his name and shook his head over and over as tears streamed down his dirty face. 'Don't call him that.' I retorted sternly, rubbing the boys back slowly.

"I'm Isaac." The man explained softly. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe, ok?" B nodded shakily as he rubbed his scared arms. He glanced at me, his small eyes asking if it was ok to trust this man. I nodded as I took his hand. 'It's ok'

That was the moment things changed. We didn't get much of that.

That night he laid in the best bed he'd ever laid in. So soft and warm, inviting and comfortable, yet no sleep came to the young boy. 'B.' He looked over at me, his small green eyes full of fear. I sighed deeply and ran a hand through my dark brown hair. 'It's ok, they're going to help us. They took us away from her, she's gone. Do you hear me?' I asked as I rubbed his shoulder. The boy gripped his covers so tight his knuckles turned white. 'We're going to be ok.' I reassured him.

The child nodded and took a deep slightly shaky breath into his lungs, looking around the dark white room. It was relatively bare, the bed he laid in taking up most of the small room. There was however a black box hanging on the wall opposite the bed. His mom had one in her room too, it played noises, though B had never seen it work he dared not step foot in his mother's room. A door to a small bathroom stood in the corner. A stand rested next to his bed and held a bag of a clear liquid. One of the doctors had poked his arm with what they called a needle. My Lawrence has a high pain tolerance due to the abuse he'd suffered, yet this was a different kind of pain. The doctor seemed to be impressed with only his small wince however as he inserted the needle into his arm. He told him they were going to give him medicine. We didn't know what that was, but the man said it would make him feel better.

I'm not sure if it did or not. He had said so little to me today. He ate his sandwich they had given him so fast. I'm not sure if it was ever even in his hands. He ate it and drank all the water they had given him. Now he laid quite, still his eyes frozen on his lap beneath the blankets. His breaths were slow and deep. "I'm scared." My deep purple eyes looked up to him. His chocolate brown hair tasseled in his eyes like most times as his eyes scanned my face. His voice was so soft and distant. It almost gave me comfort to hear his voice. He hadn't talked to me much the past few days.

I nodded and put on a brave face for him. 'I know. But it'll be ok, I promise.' I spoke soft and gentle. Not because I could be heard by anyone but him, but because he wasn't in the best place right now. I wanted to comfort him as much as I could. I gripped my light purple shirt in my hands and smiled at him. 'I believe in you, B.' He smiled lightly and nodded. My heart lifted with hope. I don't remember the last time he smiled at me. It was when I held him one night and told him jokes. Can't recall how long ago that was though. Seemed like years, though I'd only been with him around a year or two. He was scared, as was I. But I couldn't let him know that, my purpose is to protect him. And I needed to fulfill that duty.