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An Strange Beginning

[ I was going through some of my old writing journal and I found what seems to be the beginning of a story. However, I don't remember writing it or what it was going to be about. I don't remember the story at all! ]

       The scream was deafening. The boy was huddled on the floor, shaking like a leaf when she entered the room. She remembers thinking a boy as young as this one should not have to face something so horrible it gave him nightmares every night. The woman knows it's a foolish practice to come in here everytime. Even at the age of eight, the boy is dangerous. But everytime she sees him as he is right now, with his little body pressed against the wall, rivulets of tears running down his face, and chest heaving with sporadic breaths she feels her usually hardened expression softening into something like pity.

       The woman slowly makes her way toward him. She has learned to take cautious after the first time she attempted this. The first time is not something she wants to remember. In his corner of the room she hears the never-changing chant, "no no no, I failed, they're all dead, they're all gone, no no no" The words were always the same. She wonders for what must be the thousandth time who the boy is talking about. She truly wishes she knew what happened to him. For now she just settles for kneeling beside him, making hushing sounds. "Shhh, it will be okay. Shhh"  

       His head shoots up at the sound of her voice and his glazed over eyes stare straight ahead. It's his eyes that scare her the most. They are unseeing and always seem to be looking somewhere over her shoulder. She whispers some words of comfort being careful not to touch him. He doesn't like to be touched.

       She only notices the change in his eyes because she is staring intently at his face. All of a sudden his eyes focus on some object over her shoulder. She turns her head but finds nothing. When she looks back at the boy, he has focused on her. His eyes are clear and staring at her for once instead of through her. Unsure of how to react to this change, she remains utterly still. They stare at each other for some time, unmoving. The woman expects a violent outburst or more screams. Nothing could have surprised her more than the scrawny arms that flung around her neck. The boy burrows his face in her shoulder and she barely heard his whisper, "You saved me." She only hesitates for a moment before hugging the boy back with one arm, reaching for her walkie talkie with the other. She speaks quietly into the device, "He's going to be alright, sir. he's going to be alright"

[ That's it....literally. The entire rest of the journal is empty.]