He could feel the breeze run through his hair. He saw the gymnasts swing from branch to branch, and he could hear a gorgeous chorus of birds. It smelled like evening in the late summer. The jungle had a warm, love-able glow to it.
As they walked between the towering guards of dipterocarpus, they shared sweet memories of the evening. He glanced down and admired the beauty of a lotus flower. He picked one, and placed it in her hair. She smiled gratefully. The pink petals stood out beautifully in her long, flowing black hair. He then looked up at the other's glittering brown eyes. they all smiled. The love between the three of them could never be broken, ever.
BOOM! The force knocked him to the ground, hard. Horrible screams filled the air. Blood flew in every direction. It splattered the trees, and sprayed him all over. Limbs went flying in every direction. He heard the parts thump to the ground around him. He felt a warm touch on his arm. He opened his eyes, and saw a severed hand resting on his arm. He looked around for their faces, and he found them. He saw their expressions. They were blank stares of utter agony. Terror was rising up in his throat, and fear was pounding into his skull. He felt the warm tears start to gush out of his eyes, and run down his face, in two thick steady lines.
“Mother?! Chea?! NOOO!!!!”
He sat up, screaming, shaking, sobbing.
“Hey! What’s wrong?” taunted a roommate, in annoyance. “You had another stupid bad dream?” the boys all laughed contemptuously. But when the lights flared on, they all recoiled into the shadows, and started to groan and complain. The matron walked steadily into the room, glared around at the post-laughing boys, and went up to the thrashing child’s bed.
He couldn’t breathe or think; He was hyperventilating. “Why, why did I lead them that way?!” He sobbed. “If only I could go back! It’s all my fault!” Pillows and blankets flew in all directions. He resembled a maniac.
In a steady voice she said, “Calm down. You do not need to be upset. We are all here to help you.” But he seemed not to hear. He thrashed even harder, and screamed even louder. She simply walked out of the room and went into her office. She picked up the phone, and dialed it. Someone answered at the third ring. “Hello, you have reached The Clinic. Who is calling, and what is it that you need?”
“This is matron from the boy’s orphanage. We’re having an issue with a child here.”
“ All right, I’ll send Doctor Krat over right away to help you.”
“All right. Thank you very much. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
