Rebirth of a Murderer. The Hemerwig Series.

Ch. 16-Hostility

Hey guys! I'm going to space every time someone talks. Tell me if that makes a big difference or not.

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 "Excuse me. Are you Amira," a small boy asks. He looks to be about six years old. I sit up and notice that I'm in a busy city but everything's in black and white. The little boy is dressed in old fashioned clothes with patches everywhere. He has a wool hat and a bright smile.

"Yes that's me. Who are you," I ask.

"Everyone calls me Small stack. You can call me Stanly," he says and helps me up. I look down and notice that I'm in low heels and a simple cut dress. I have gloves and a hat on.

"Where am I," I ask.

 "The human world. It's called Earth. It's beautiful isn't it," the boy asks. I see a lot of smoke and people walking by. I smell rotten smells and can't find a tree anywhere.

 "Is this your home,' I ask.

"Yep. I love the city. There's no place like it," the boy says. I look down at the boy and see tears running down his face but he's still smiling.

 "Are you alright," I ask and hold the little boy's hand.

 "Yeah. I'm just fine. You see that couple? The one walking our way," Stanly asks. I spot a young couple walking close together and it looks like the woman is carrying something.

"Are you sure about this," the woman asks while stopping in front of me. I look back and see a trash can against a brick wall.

 "This is the great depression sweetie. We can't take care of him," the man says and the woman pulls back a blanket to reveal a baby boy. The boy opens his eyes up to the woman and I notice tears running down her face.

"Don't worry Stanly. I'll see you again one day. Please forgive mommy," she says and kisses the baby's forehead. The woman wraps the baby back up before walking through me and putting the baby in the trash. I look back horrified as the baby cries out for the woman.

 "Let's go Abby. We just...can't support him," the man says and they turn around to get lost in the sea of people. I look down at Stanly and I see tears in his eyes.

"Was that...you," I ask carefully.

"Yep. Mum and Pop left me. I died on my sixth birthday. My foster parents were working class and couldn't afford the right medicine. I just wanted to see my birth parents. How could they leave me," Stanly asks. I pull Stanly into a hug and when I look back down, I see a really sick boy. He doesn't look like he's been fed and he's shaking. The boy starts coughing a wheezing and I take a few steps back.

"Please help me Amira! I-I don't want to be sick a-anymore," Stanly says before falling to the ground. My head starts to pound and everything around me starts to spark with color.

"Please don't leave me Amira! I need you to help me! I don't want to get lost," Stanley exclaims.

"Look for the light! Go in! You'll feel better," I say automatically before falling to my knees. Why is my head hurting so much?

"I used to get terrible headaches. Then the coughing started," Stanly says. I start to choke and I'm met by Stanley's bluish grey eyes.

"Please," Stanly begs and I close my eyes. I have to imagine a light. I need to help Stanley know there's a better place without this pain or suffering or I won't last much longer.

 "Please tell me you see something, Stanley," I demand desperately.

"I only see a flicker. Is that what I'm supposed to go to," Stanley asks.