Alfred POV
I saw him again... The pretty boy, that is... I saw him just beyond the fence. I'm not allowed outside for a few days, though. Ma'am says I've been a bad boy. I don't recall what I've done. Maybe it was bad. Maybe it was so super bad that I don't remember it. The bigger kids assure me that's what happened. I believe them...
They like me. They said that when they push me around it is because they like me and that is how friends act. Mother never acted like that. She was kind. She taught me never to hurt anyone. I wish I could have listened better while she was here. Ma'am says she left 'cause she didn't want me. But I saw her that morning that I came to the Prison. She was cold and pale and she didn't say anything. She didn't even hug me before I left.
The bigger kids said she died because I never listened. I really wish that I had listened... Then I wouldn't be in this dark place.
Ma'am says that the last boy that had my room died. She said it was because he never ate anything unless his mother gave it to him... The bigger kids said he died because no one liked him...
Good thing the bigger kids really like me.
I hope I see the pretty boy tomorrow... He sent me something, right through my barred window. It was a paper airplane. It said:
Dear Orphan Boy,
I saw you once again. I see you everyday. Your smile is bright and cheerful... I hope to see it in days to come... maybe even weeks to come... I'll have to see.
In best Optimism,
The boy Outside
I have no idea what Optimism means, but it must be good!
I'll send him a plane, too! I really like him, and I hope we can be friends!
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Paper Prison ~ AmeriPan
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Alfred was a young boy who's parents died a while back. He grew up in a terrible orphanage -- a prison, more like... And the only thing that kept him to pull along, to stay alive, to get up every morning, was the beautiful person that wa...
