04. some kind of world
Staying in Emma's room isn't so bad. She's really nice, too. I was a bit scared though, being that she could easily burn the whole house down. I lay awake though, thinking. I'm not one to stay awake super long, and it was going on 11 o'clock, so it's odd for me to. I only stay awake when there's something that I am either excited or nervous about. I'll admit, I was both.
Why is it that a random boy that I have never seen in my life be so kind to me? How can my life turn bad to good in so little time? How did I even get here in the first place?
I had lots of questions. Questions that I was trying to find the answer for. I wasn't thinking about just those questions, though. I thought about my life, too.
I was always a good kid with a good life. Everyone loved me, and I'm not just saying that. I was very kind hearted and polite to everyone. I still am. But because of what happened, I'm skittish. Part of me wishes I was still at home with my mama. I loved my mama. I still do. She loved me, too. Only until about the age of 14, that's when my life turned bad. After everyone in my village saw what I could do, they didn't want me there. I was frowned upon by everyone. I didn't mind really, but what hurt the most is that my mama took sides with everyone else. I was seen as a monster. I see myself as a monster. I had to flee my village, and I ran. I ran for 2 years, actually. I didn't have any money, but getting food wasn't really hard for me. It was just hard finding rest areas and staying clean. During those times I only felt at peace in a meadow. I usually slept in meadows when it was a warm summer night. I'd stay up looking at the stars as the cool air covered me like a blanket. Those were the nights I felt free. Until of course, I came here. Perhaps coming to this children's home was best for me. Although I feel out of place, I feel content because it's a place of shelter and warmth. It's a place where maybe I can be free, and not be judged.
I lay there in the warmth of the blankets. It's been awhile since I've actually been under a real blanket. The only noise came from Emma, who was lightly snoring. I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, and slowly start to drift off with only one thing on my mind.
A boy named Hugh Apiston.
