Nobody's Boy [Book One]

Chapter Nine- Nobody's Time

The sunset was beautiful, wasn't it?

Bo stood at the window at the end of the passage, looking out upon the trio returning from a simple outing. He's been out of their radar for  quite some time, quite some....

Boy ran along down to his room in the furthest part of the mansion, unseen and unheard by passing servants. He sat in his dry bathtub and played with the strands of blacker than night hair. He relaxed his mind and body in the silent space, just him and his mind. If he zoned out enough, it's almost like it all faded away around him. 

The more 'time' went be, the more calm he felt in such a scary place. It's terrifying, being the only thing real. [Waiting... waiting...]

He waited. He sighed as he curled up comfortably and kept waiting. When he checked his phone, the time had already skipped to the next day. [Huh?] 

[Didn't they look smell anything? See anything? FEEL anything?] Boy stood from the bath frantically and ran to his door, putting his ear against the door and listening for anything.

Nothing. 

[... What am I even doing. My well thought out ideas never work...] He pouted sadly as he sat against the door, his back on the cold wood. He still doesn't understand how it works, and he doesn't think he ever will.

Going through the motions... He's starting to feel motion sick.

What was rage, became fear, became drive, became excitement, became tiresome.

It's a cycle everyone feels, it's a cycle only he's noticing. 

[I'm just a child. Let me... be a child.]

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I played a part in a few scenes after that, but it was never mentioned until...

"That dog peed all over our room and trashed the home. You're lucky I didn't put him down." said Franco as he sat out back with his wife and daughter. I sat on the balcony, looking down.

The dog? They think it was the dog? But... The maids saw me break things... didn't they?

Do I not exist... outside of their scenes? Is this why... ?

Well, I sort of know b-but... That means that anything I do with them not around... doesn't count to anything. Should I just... 

Off

Them

?

The boy retreated into his little space under his bed and cried. He cried a pool around himself and soaked in the salty tears. He's been here for some time, but what is here? He looked into the darkness, but nothing looked back. The boy waited a while before crawling out of his puddle. He looked out into the night. There are stars tonight. His parents must be outside. They love star gazing while little Beatrice played with the dog.