Save Me(boyxboy)

Eight Years Earlier

Okay, I've sort of gotten stuck on Riveted again even though I know what I want to happen in Chapter Two. I just don't know how to type it down and still have it make sense with what happens after. And then guess what! I got a completely irrelevant idea for another story! This will be my secondary story, just a back up for when I temporarily can't continue Riveted, but I'll still be updating this regularly(or what regularly is for me, and I'll try to, and blah, blah.) So, yeah! Hope you like it! Here's the prologue!

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"No one shows any interest in him. It kills me knowing that he watches his friends leave, almost everyday, and he's still here. After five years! Nine years old is when people stop paying attention; they stop noticing! I don't think he has that big of a chance of being adopted."

The words were whispered, but they sent shame surging through the little boy that sat hidden behind the slightly ajar door. Silent tears cascaded down his face as he bit the inside of his right cheek, doing his best to keep silent. He knew that he was supposed to be tucked in bed, fast asleep.

He recognized the woman who had spoken as Ms. Linda, the founder of Little Mills Orphanage, and kindhearted caretaker of all those who resided under its roof. The woman who had acted as his mother for the last five years of his life. The person with whom she was conversing with, he did not know. Most likely one of the many strangers who came to ridicule him; to laugh at him. One of the many people who came to mock him about not having parents.

But he didn't care about them! They were just people that he didn't know, that didn't know him, and that he didn't want to know. Not in a million years would he want to meet any of them. Slowly, and very carefully, he stuck his head through the gap in the door, just a tad so as not to get caught. The tears had long stopped as he had bitterly thought of his life in the orphanage. It was well past his bedtime of 9:30. He could hear the rain outside growing stronger and steadier as it pelted against the weak roof of the four story house.

His eyes darted down the hall, where he saw Ms. Linda speaking with a man, who was nodding with a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. The boy could no longer hear the conversation, seeing as the two adults had lowered their voices in fear of waking one of the many sleeping children on the second floor. However, as his red and puffy eyes drifted down to the man's legs, where another child, probably a year or two younger than the little boy at the door, clung desperately to his guardian's pant leg. He had large doe-like eyes and a mess of soft looking blonde hair on his head. The brown eyes met the blue ones and the two little boys stood, kneeled in one case, staring at each other.

It was only when the man said his goodbye to Ms. Linda that they both looked away. The father and son left and the little boy in his Spider-Man pajamas scrambled back to his bed. He threw the blankets over himself just as the door was pushed further open. He remained still, his eyes tightly shut as a few shuddering sobs echoed around the nearly empty room. Footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing fainter and fainter. The little boy in bed clutched the soft comforter closer to himself, his body trembling. He eventually fell into restless sleep with dreams of someday being happy.

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"But daddy, I thought we were going to go get me a brother or sister..."

"No, bud... We were just going over for a visit, okay?" The man tucked his child into bed after arriving home. Leaning forward, he gave the boy a soft kiss on his forehead before standing and walking to the door of the small ten year old's room. "Get some sleep, squirt. I'll see you in the morning."

After his father left the little boy lay in bed, staring up at his ceiling with wide eyes. For some reason that he did not understand, he could not think of anything other than the boy who he had seen at that very big house. He had not seemed happy. Turning onto his shoulder, the little blonde closed his eyes and frowned, trying to fall asleep. He transitioned into a dreamless slumber.