Nobody's Boy [Book One]

Chapter Twelve - Nobody's Little Dreamer

Raindrops fell from the weighed-down leaves of the tree under which the boy sat. The weather had worsened, and he hadn't felt so sunny either. For the first time in a long time, he felt discomfort. The boy rested his head back and closed his eyes, hoping to ease the spinning feeling in his head.

"Little one, wake up. You made a big mess yesterday after I left, right?"

A small child climbed from under the covers of his makeshift bed, his head peeking out shyly at first. Nanny grasped him by his matted hair and pulled him up, she dragged him over into the full tub and submerged him.

"Let's get you cleaned up first, it's been some weeks since your last bath, has it?" She spoke calmly as she took a rough cloth and scrubbed his dry, rashed skin.

The boy breathed heavily to remain calm, careful not to make any 'foolish' sounds. After his bath, his nanny dressed him in a clean old shirt of hers, and set a loaf of bread and a cup of milk in his hand. She began cleaning up the bloodied shattered glass around the floor and stray diapers.

"Disgusting. It's about time you use the toilet, aren't you already 4? If you're big enough to put on your diapers, you're big enough to know better. Do I have to teach you everything? Dummy."

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"Sorwy."

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Little footsteps were made in the deep snow as a little person walked to anyone who would feed him. It's been a few days since Nanny's last visit, he worries he upset her too much this time. He hopes she comes back. As he went from person to person, he could not tell who was upset with him, not until they hit or pushed him. That's how you know. He tried not to upset anyone.

All he looked for was a hand with food or drink.

He walked all night long, his bare feet too cold to feel.

He followed the light that led back to his home, the only light in the night. At home, he climbed under his blankets and slept away the cold and sickness brewing inside from the harsh weather.

The yellow and green and blue and red that adorned his body faded away as the weeks went by, all alone. In these times, he learned things and forgot unnecessary things. He saw the world as it needed to be seen, and he could not tell what is, and what isn't.

He looked at Nanny's face one day, and he looked at his. He sat on the bathroom mirror and curiously touched his face, he noticed something very different than what was.

"Nanny, what are these on my face?"

"What's what?"

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Green things... holes... hair...

He only had that short moment before his next memory became watching Nanny's angry face shouting, frowning, glaring eyes... Hm, nevermind then.

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The boy fought to wake up upon seeing strange memories of his childhood. Why is it... why is it that he can't remember what's true and what's not? This dream... It is so vivid... like a real memory...

His body jolted awake and he felt cold sweats all over, his eyes opened and clenched shut, his hands gripping his limbs and his breath heavy and rushed.

"N-Nuh-uh.... It's not real. I-It's just a lie..." He calmed his heart for an hour, propping his weak body against the tree. 'It's all a lie' he told himself, he won't let this place destroy him. He can tell it's trying, whoever.

He knew in his heart it was all fake, that was enough for him.

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The boy wore a look of confusion, dazed confusion. "Why am I still here?"

He has walked all about, he's tired.

He packed up his recent ambitions and teleported home. Another day. He'll try another day.

For now, he wants to sleep.