Chapter 9

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(Picture of Jake)

He was vicious, but alas, I was much more steadfast. I had no idea where this foreign motivation came from to beat him at this game.

After a few quick motions his life depleted and I jumped up in victory as he leaned his head on his fist with a pouty face.

As I twirled around, my eyes met with Jakes as he leaned against the door, his deep blue eyes looked like they hadn't seen sleep in a long time and his hair looked as if he had ran his hand through it a million times, but through his rugged looks he puts on a friendly smile.

I send a faint smile as sadness washes over me and a chill of anxiety ran down my spine. He took one more painfully long glance at me before leaving the door frame in some sort of  hurry.

I sighed and Zack looked over at me with a look that did not suit his frame. Remorse.

I reassured him with a smile but his look had sent a piercing ring through my head, my eyes squinted shut and my hands shot up at my head to cover my ears in an attempt for some sort of relief.

My eyes flashed open and memories played like a movie from light speed to slow motion onto one specific memory.

A little girl was sitting on the side of the forest line crying about her little skinned knee. "Hey!" a little orange haired boy ran up to her and sat squatted next to her

"Whatcha you crying for?" She sniffed and looked up at the boy and pointed to her little bloodied knee.

He pulled out a little red bandaid from his pocket and placed it on her knee with care and looked up at her with a toothy smile.

"What's your name kid?" she rubbed her eyes and sniffled one more time " My name is Kai." he ruffled her white blonde hair and giggled "The name's Zack, let's be friends yeah Kai?".

I woke up curled up in a ball on my bed. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair.

I sat for awhile, keeping the memory fresh in my mind, reflecting back on the others as well.

Is it beginning to piece together? I grunted and let out a deep breath. I slid off the edge of my bed and left my room to wander around. I felt so far away but I was hopeful that I was regaining them, even if it was painfully slow.

And at that point I already knew that this was something I wanted.

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