Matts POV
I'm seven again, a child still, still hopeful. I'm just outside the kitchen diner, a woman is quietly chatting to her husband. The world is kinda hazy, just out of focus, like a dream. It's late, I'm supposed to be in bed.
"It's his birthday tomorrow." The woman, Mary, had said, her voice was sweet, it lulled the senses"we can't just.."
The clock is slowly ticking by, its a cockoo clock, I was so intriged by it, it had woken me up.
"Why not? I doubt he even knows it's his birthday tomorrow," Andrew said he had a gruff voice, he had taken me to the park earlier that day, had helped teach me how to read braille "We cant send him to that school, the state hardly give us enough money to cover the essentials"
"So we're just gonna throw him out?" Marie, she'd baked a roast dinner that day, and we had played chess, she had won, "I know we had planned to but on his birthday"
I slip away from door walk down the hallway to my room. "We cant send him to a specialised school, hes too dumb for normal school, hes too much trouble."
To dumb
To violent
To blind
To ugly
To much trouble
The flashback shifts as i enter my room, becoming faster more distorted as i pack. Grabbing the essentials that i had silly unpacked. Stuffing them into a binbag. I didn't bother to get my cane, to bulky and annoying.
Opening the window, i climb out onto the rickety fire-escape. It shakes, once, then twice and suddenly im plugging into the abyss.
My sense become snuffed, I can't feel, i can't smell, taste, i can't hear! I can't. Panic feels my chest. I cant i cant, something knocks into my then another and another endless hits that i cant see.
I stumble as im shaken, and shoved. My heart pounds yet i can't breathe....I CAN'T BREATHE!
I attempt to draw in air but my throat strains and contorts. I'm shaken again, yet all i can focus on is the lack of oxygen. Everythings left me, and now ill die, alone.
Suddenly startled i shot up and latch onto the first thing i can find which happens to be wade. MY breathing is still lacking but my other senses are awake now.
"Hey, its okay" he says gently starting to rub my back as he hugs me, "Everything is within the authors calculations, everything is fine."
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