~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~present day~
~Leto~
I had heard about this Freddie guy a few times now from Tal aimlessly complaining about his presence in the hospital, I'm not quite sure what kind of hospital this is because it doesn't exactly smell like one or remotely look like one.
It had been a few days since I had woken up from my coma- if that is what it really is. I have not seen my Mum or my Dad since before this happened to me, the only ones I have seen are Tal and only once did Manon and JJ come by.
What is bugging me more than anything is this purple symbol on my right palm that occasionally throbs when I try to think about what exactly happened to me, and why is this Freddie guy not going away no matter what I think of?
Leto, you need to open your mind and let it wonder so you will know why.
The doctor said it's dangerous to go wondering in my mind.
What's a little danger when it comes to the thrill of knowing?
Why can't you just tell me? I don't understand who or what you are, I used to think I had two consciences like my doctor told me when I was little but the more you have been there when I was growing up the more that I know you are not me.
Well of course I'm not you, you idiot. I am my own self and soon you may find out exactly who I am.
What?!
Huh? I maybe shouldn't have said that.
No, you can't just hint at something like that and not tell me.
I definitely should have not said that.
As I am in my deep slumber, I am abruptly woken up, I open my eyes and Mae is shaking me every so urgently.
"Sweetheart, your Father and I are very sorry we have not been here for the last few days, there has been a lot to deal with back at home."
I just look at her while frowning, feeling rather confused.
"Mum? What time is it?"
She checks the watch on her wrist.
"It is 2:30pm, why do you want to know?"
My eyes turn to look at the symbol on my right palm, feeling it pulse ever so gently, I then look up at her.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Absolutely nothing is wrong with you Leto, you are your Father and I's little miracle."
I look away from her.
"But I'm not, I'm a freak. I know something is wrong with me but you just won't tell me."
She takes a hold of my hand and strokes it gently.
