I sat in the bay window with my knees against my chest. Never again, I breathed. Today had been horrible. All the obvious new boy problems occurred, getting called ‘New Boy’ instead of my actual name being an example, but much worse happened aswell. So bad I can’t bear to think about it. I really wanted my parents then, I really did. Then I realised that my eyes were getting watery, and I was about to cry. I was wearing some clothes that were now ‘mine’, even though they were hand-me-downs from the older children at the orphanage, but I didn’t care about that. I just sobbed into the shirt and tried to drown the outside world…
After about what must have been ten or fifteen minutes, the door opened. I was still watery eyed, but not crying, and I guessed I had red rings around my eyes. Once the door opened enough, I could see it was Kiki, who probably came in to say something about earlier, but once she saw I’d been crying, she came over and gave me a big hug. I usually would have pulled away, but this made me feel, better, somehow. “Oh, Clive” she said quietly. “You’re not having the best of times here, are you?”
“Not really” I said. “I want to go back home”
Kiki gave me a sympathetic look then. “Clive, I feel really horrible saying this, but you’re never going to be able to go home”
I shut my eyes then and sighed, before opening them again. “I know, but I still do”
Kiki sighed. “We all do, Clive, but none of us can, except for the ones who just got adopted off, but they have very little chance of that happening”
I sighed. “I’m getting really insane here, Kiki, like REALLY insane. I’m doing stupid things I wouldn’t even dream of doing at home. I’m turning dark” I said quietly.
“What do you mean, turning dark?” Kiki asked.
“It doesn’t matter” I said, realising I shouldn’t have said it to someone like Kiki.
“Clive, it’s bothering you, you just need to let it out”
“No offense or anything, but I don’t want to tell anyone. I’ll just write it down on paper and keep it somewhere hidden” I sighed again. “I just don’t like people knowing my business”
“Quite secretive are we?” Kiki said softly. “Well, I’ll go and let you write then. See you” she said, leaving the room.
Getting some more paper, I began writing again:
Dear the person that killed my parents,
Just to inform you, that letter I wrote this morning wasn’t just a one off. I’ve thought the whole thing through and I am going to go through with this. You have been warned. I am going through unimaginable pain because of you, while you’re probably going off drinking litres and litres of alcohol, because that’s what most cold-hearted people do. Want to step in my shoes? Feel free, but believe me, you won’t enjoy it, and that’s a fact.
Signed,
Clive.
Putting the letter where I had put the other one I wrote early in the hours of this morning, I went and lied face down on my bed. I was exhausted, but I had to have dinner. Going down really early, so early only some of the people who purposely avoided Jackson & Co. were there, eating quietly. Getting my own meal and sitting down to eat, I thought the whole thing through. I would find out who worked at the science facility next door to us, find out who caused the explosion (as I knew it was from there), and make them wish they’d never been born…
