Hands

A Little Something

        "Mommy! Mommy!" a voice in my head rang.

        "Mommy! Don't let them take me!". An image of a little girl, grasping onto her mother was being stripped away by large men in red and black tactical gear.

        "I'm sorry honey, but it's for your own good", says the mother. I screamed at the men as they put the girl into the prison vehicle.

        I opened my eyes and stared at the roof for the longest time. I looked around to  see that I was still in my room. "Another stupid dream" I say to myself. I sit up on my bed and stroked my black/red firey hair.

        "Sage! Wake up! Timmy has something for you!", Nancy, my caretaker called.

        "Coming!", I yelled back.

        I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and changed into a pair of jeans and a crewneck over my shirt. I opended the door and went downstairs to our sad looking living room. There wasn't much, just a two sofas, a rocking chair, and a TV which only streams a few channels like the news and more news. The paintings on the walls covered the holes that I punched when I got mad as a child. I looked out the window and saw Tim playing with his dark blonde hair. I put on my shoes and went outside.

        "Slept well didn't you Miss Sage Creed?", TIm said jokingly.

        "Don't be so formal Sir Timmy Atwood.", I said, "Nancy said you had something for me?".

        "A little something so you'll remember me by". He threw me a small jewlery box and I opened it. It was a blue rope laced bracelet with a silver bow and arrow on it. I turned it around and it read "You'll always find a way". I ran up to Tim and hugged him tightly.

        "Where'd you find something like this?" I asked.

        "I know my resources. But with that bracelet, you'll never be alone.", he replied with a smile.

        Tim wasn't just a regular kid like me. We were tossed in this "facility" we call home when we were young. The government forced us to live here practicly our whole lives. I can't remember why. Niether Tim or Nancy know either. Nancy says we were "special" kids who didn't fit in with the rest of the world. She probably is right. We don't fit in with the rest of society. There were some times where I felt like I really didn't know who I was. I'd rage and try to iscolate myself from everyone, well almost everyone. Once I tried to run away, but the 10 foot tall electric fence was impossible to climb. Tim was always there to talk and listen to me. He always said that I'd find a way. A way to find myself, a way to live with myself, a way to be myself.