Nobody's Boy [Book One]

Chapter Six - Nobody's Zone

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Boy laid as a still as a Mummy under his bed, thoughts covering every inch of his brain all together. He spent most of the past one to eight hours falling apart, fearing he had lost his mind. He felt like his body would fade in any moment, moving his fingers to make sure he remained. His mouth opened wide as to swallow the whole world, but he felt like he could still not spit the essence of his being out.

[I remember... But is it... What do I remember?]

He pondered.

Were his memories fabricated as well?

Were the towers in the distance and were the auburn flowers at his feet? Or was it all black as well?

[If it is black... there is no scene. Where there is no scene... There is no matter?] Boy shook his head and focused again. [Why. That's the question. Why did the room change? Do I have a fever? Did I hallucinate it? hm, no. I've never had a fever.] He sighs crawled from under his bed slowly and cautiously peaks up. It's bright out.

Boy crawled onto the bed and stared into the distance out the window.

[Is there... an end to it? I think I'm just crazy] Boy stood and as if nothing, he went about his business.

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[Elvis Presley - Devil in disguise]

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He took a soak in the tub and dried off in a conveniently placed towel and got dressed in a polo shorts and shirt, with neat little socks. Where'd it all come from? He hadn't the slightest idea.

He took a look in the bathroom mirror and patted his long hair down neatly. [Maybe if I look pretty, I won't feel as crazy.] He smiled and walked back to his bed. Someone should appear anytime soon.

[Why do I feel like someone is going to come here... Well, there's birds singing and everything is bright... it's...

that kind of scene]

*Knock* *Knock* on the door.

[Oh my days.]

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Franco sent for someone to collect me and bring me down to discuss matters. At a time like this, matters hardly matter, don't they? I stepped into a well thought out office and sat on the sofa with Franco and his Loralie opposite me on another identical sofa. Everything looks normal... Was it all a fever dream after all? I need to get on some meds.