The boy Samuel looked up at me, I made a move towards him. But stopped suddenly when he scrambled to the wall. I knew he was hurt really bad because any movement made him, gurgle and cough. All of a sudden he started coughing up blood all over the carpeted area.
And obviously my first reaction wasn't going to be 'my carpet'! I ran forward and attempted to pick him up.
But he was so limp that I couldn't get a grip and kept dropping him.
I decided to instead get the other bed ready for him. I have no idea how to take care of a seriously injured seven or eight year old!!! Honestly babysitting class taught us first aid for the minor cuts why didn't they prepare me for a child on the brink of death???!!! I was laying back the sheets and putting towels down to soak up some of the blood. When the room was already, I sighed knowing the next task was going to be the hardest.
When I came back to the living room I was shocked to see Samuel leaning against the table. His hand was clutching his side, and he was gasping. I leaned in to Samuel and had my arms out stretched to catch him.
He fell into my grasp and the blood splattered all over my white dress. I carried him bridal style to the prepared bedroom. I laid him down gently on the towels. I winced as he groaned.
"Please don't hurt me" he whimpered over and over. I felt like my heart was being torn apart as I cleaned all of his cuts. After all of what I could do was done. I sat on the edge of the bed. I feel so attached to him already, his big innocent eyes that reflect his pain and hurt.
I listened to his mostly senseless ramblings, but every once in a while he would say 'It hurts' or 'Mother where are you' I suddenly realized why I was so attached to the boy dying in front of my eyes he reminded me of my brother.
I watched him as he feverishly tossed and turned on the bed. I didn't want to touch him and increase his pain.
He whispered "hold me" I gathered him into my arms. I sat on the cold floor and rocked him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, as he
Mumbled things like. "Why didn't you save me mommy" And I started stroking his hair away from his sweaty forehead .
My tears rolled off my face and onto his rosy cheeks. As he started sobbing saying "you never cared for me" I started whispering back saying. "Your loved baby I'm sorry I didn't save you"
After I said that his body loosened up and he sighed happily before going completely still. At that point I completely shattered, feeling the worlds weight crush onto my chest. I wanted to die right then and there knowing my old self was gone. I knew this had changed me, I could feel it. But I didn't know if it was for the better or worse. I laid him down on the wooden floor, I moved close to him burying my head in his little chest.
I knew the only way I would be able to see Buddy again is if they took him. And that couldn't happen. I mean look at me. I've seen somebody die every day!!!! And I have absolutely no hope of seeing my parents ever again....
I woke up alone still on the floor but Samuels body was gone, I rolled over in search for him but instead found myself staring at Jesse.He was laying on his side, and leaning on his elbow, with his head in his hand.
He grinned mischievously as I scrambled on to my feet. "Where's Samuel" I spat. He also stood up and put his hands in the air. " I already took care of it" I cringed at the word it "what did you do with him"
"Well what so you think we eat" he said teasing, but I snapped.
"Fuck you" I chuckled darkly. His eyes now had a cruel glint in them. "What did you say" he whispered.
I gathered up my courage and growled " FUCK YOU"
When the words were out I instantly regretted them, as he pushed me against the wall roughly I whimpered. He had both hands pinned to the wall on either side of my head. "You wanna know why I killed him?" He said in a tone that chilled me. "DO YOU" I nodded rapidly. His eyes now held an amused look. He liked feeling powerful and in control and it made me sick.
"I killed him because everyone is only assigned one roommate, and if something happens to them then they don't get another one they just remain without a roommate, and quite frankly babe I want you all to myself" he finished darkly. I started to sob as he played with my hair.
"Why did you pick me, why not someone else, I'm only 13!!"
"Well first you do not look thirteen" he said as his hands found the curves at my waist. "And second we watch all the children were going to take for about a month until we take them and I happened to see a potential wife in you"
"Our plan was always to get you instead of your brother, but we decided to take him first then use him as bait to get you" "So you can imagine my delight as I saw you walk onto that stage, it was a very pleasant surprise"
"But how do you know I'll even want you, I don't have enough freedom to come see you whenever I want, like normal couples" I replied hoping he didn't know what I was up to.
"Well love, once I start trusting you then we will talk about more freedom, and I'd like for you to want me, but want me or not either way your mine" he said nonchalantly. So all I have to do is get him to trust me then I will have more freedom and that is how i'll get away.
I already felt excited butterfly's swarm my stomach. " I'm sorry but I have some business to attend to but trust me, i'll be back" he winked as he walked out. I went to the living room and plopped on the couch.
All I have to do is get him to trust me, I repeated in my head. So I'd have to do the unthinkable, but its the only way. I felt bile rise in my throat as I realized what that entitled, acting lovey dovey with him, hell even showing interest in him is hard enough. I'd also have to leave the cursing at him part behind, I couldn't cringe away when he touches me.
As the list grew longer, I had to stop myself before I lost my nerve. Dammit this was going to be hard.
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