Adopted By the Yogscast: A Parody

Chapter 2 - Reflection

Air rushed pass my ears, and for a second, everything seemed to fall away.

The world darkened.

"Woah, watch out!" A strong, manly voice echoed from below. "Falling person incoming!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, something seemed to intercept air beneath me. Something rubbery  and springy. For a split second, the Unknown Object and I made contact, and I was up in the air again. I opened my eyes and looked down. A trampoline had saved my fall. An object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless acted upon by an external force. So, by that logic of Newton, I should spring back on the trampoline in the same direction until all the Energy ran out. What a pain. Right when I had finally worked up the courage to do The Jump.

After a while, the bouncing stopped. My head was dizzy from the unending motion, as it seemed that human beings were not designed to move vertically upwards. Everything seemed to spin irritatingly. I rested my hand on the shoulder of one of my saviors, and looked up at his face.

Wait, what?

Holy-rhino-riding-sofas!

Lewis Brindley, no, The  Lewis Brindley had saved my fall! 

I stuffed my hands over my mouth. My first reaction was to scream. My legs wobbled like jelly, wanting to run back into the orphanage, to hide my face in a pillow and never to exit that jail of a room I had ever again. Then, my instincts took over.

I saluted HIM, with the largest smile on my face. 

Lewis-Freaking-Brindley!! Gahh!!!

He stared at me.

I stared back.

He was still staring at me. 

Well, I guess it's not everyday that a teenager falls out of the window, only to land in the trampoline you just bought, still in its protective wrapping, and probably nearly break it.

And they proceed to climb out of it, and salute you with the dumbest smile on their face.

Uh, whoops. I guess. Rip.

Lewis was still staring at me with a pretty shocked expression, as shocked as you would be at humans falling from the sky. Hm, is that how humans are made? Suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around slowly. Slenderman??

No.

S- Si-Simon?! Simon Lane?! My mouth opened into a shape which would have the largest area for a given length of perimeter, according to the isoperimetric inequality. Namely, the circle. Surely this was dream where everything that I wanted would happen to me. So, where was Sparkles*?

Simon put his hand on my shoulder. I immediately flinched away, half in shock. Simon's eyes flicked to Lewis, who was probably still busy being too surprised to notice his friend's awkwardness. "Uh. So-" He started.

I took a step back, realising the seriousness of the situation.

"Are you okay...?"  

My eyes widened.  

Simon scratched his head.

I turned to run.

"Wait!" Lewis  shouted, apparently recovering from his apparent shock. "Who are you?" 

I bit my lip, and jerked my head towards the orphanage, before fleeing the scene, leaving two rather puzzled men in the dust.

***

I ran up the stairs two at a time, my eyes watering. What just happened? It couldn't have been a dream. There was no way... Trying to avoid anyone and everyone with my head bent down low, I raced through the hallways.

"WHO DARES TO RUN IN MY HALLWAYS?" Mrs Meen's voice rang out from somewhere downstairs in response to my big feet thudding against the hollow wooden panels of the floor. Naturally, I did not respond, since she wasn't worth it.

Flinging the door shut with a bang, I bounced on my bed to the window, my bed letting out a miserable squeak. "WHO DARES TO BANG THEIR DOORS???" Shut up, woman, some part of my head immediately responded. No one cares.

I sat on my bed in the attic, staring out of the window. My brain was numb from what had happened, and I was still trying to process it. It was just so... Unbelievable. From my awesome viewpoint,  could see one black head and one much lighter coloured one, and a large blob of blue, probably the trampoline, being moved. Then, they squished it into a car, and drove off somewhere.

My eyes were still watering after that, like after watching a particularly touching episode of Steven Universe, like the one when Steven died. The window had misted over from my uneven breaths, and the pattering of gentle rain started. The short, small drops turned into large and heavy thuds, almost like the thoughts that I was trying to block out. 

Was I supposed to be happy? Confused? Even furious? My escape from all of this had been thwarted, and hope, for some reason, had blossomed in my heart. My skin and spine felt chilled with an icy coldness, yet my heart felt warm. As if someone had cared about me. 

Why? Why?! Why!

I smudged my nose against the window, watching the glass get clouded over by the cold water. 

"Are you okay...?" 

That phrase. 

Uncertain.

Yet caring.

For a total stranger.

I had always thought that the world was filled with sadness. Bullying. People who were inflicting depression on others, just to feel powerful, yet not realizing the impact of their actions, the smears that they let on a clean, innocent sheet of paper. Mercilessly cutting it up, stamping on it, crushing it. Burning it.

People who cared not about others, but about themselves.

But that simple phrase.

I thought everyone who seemed happy in the world were just faking it, so when I watched the Yogscast, when their laughter and jokes spread through the screen onto my face, I thought they were different. Perhaps even revolutionary, like the concept of happiness. Or maybe, as the darker side of my brain always reminded me, they were just great actors. Burdened with sad and uncaring thoughts underneath a facade of joy.

But now I knew that was not true. 

What I had thought to be the truth for years was not, it was nearly something I made up to fill in the dark gaps of my mind.

But... 

There were real people out there who were good. Not just kind-hearted, but ready to accept others without exception.

I wiped away my tears, and wiped the window with my blanket so that I could look out. 

The rain had lessened, almost stopped. The mist had clouded away. Sunshine streamed in. Perhaps there was something to look forward to. 

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Chapter 2 - It Begins.
Written from 7/8/16 - 8/8/16