Good Boy

Prologue

I use to smile at the world and greeted nature with every step I took, with every breath. Now I can only see the fog, the dark clouds, and the dark streets before me as I walk through the fog on the empty road. This road I once called home became a road of resentment, fear, coldness, pain, and misfortune.

My home is never quiet, I can't hear myself think. My body feels numb, my vision is blurred by waterfalls and the color of red. All I can feel is a sharp pain, a headache, a migraine. My hands are trembling, my breathing becoming more scarce. I close my eyes and wish for a better day, wish for another way, wishing for the day I can return to the darkness I once came out of from.

I hear the pitter patter of heavy feet on a stone cold floor of a sterile room. The light is blinding and the scent is sickening. All I can hear is my heart beat. I feel as if I am floating, or sinking--I can hardly tell. Everything seems to be hazy, I can't move, I can't see properly. All I see is blurry figures looking down on me waving their hands in my face.

"Can you see us, son?" A man in blue calls out, I look in his direction--turning my head slowly. I feel like I've been drugged. "How is your vision?" He asks, I just shake my head in response. "Is it blurry? Black?" I couldn't speak, I just pointed at the others in the room. "We're goin to have to examine his eyes further. It could be just inflamed, or it could be serve. It could also be a cause from the brain. Give me a neural scan." "Yes, Doctor." Is there something wrong with me?

I ask myself, "W-What happened?" was all I could mutter, the doctor leaned towards me. "You don't remember?" I shake my head. "You were severely injured. You had a couple deep cuts in your skin and shards of glass in your head, arms, ribs, and right hand." "Glass?" The doctor nods.
"Yes, someone found you outside on the road and brought you here." "...W-Who?" The doctor turns towards one of the nurses.

"Get him please." The nurse nods and leaves quickly into the hallway. Within seconds a strange, slender tall man appears into the room, I can make out vibrant colors and the smell of lemon. Its a strange calming smell, I also smell a hint of pine. It seems familiar. "Who... are you?" I ask him, the man comes closer, I can barely make out his face.

"You...Don't remember me?" I stretched out my neck to get a better look at him, I could make out forest green eyes and tanned skinned. I could smell him even better--its so familiar, I almost don't want to leave it. My heart beats faster as I burry my face into his shirt trying to remember his scent, trying to remember who he is to me.

"Sir, do you know this child?" "Uhh, yes I do. He was in my camp all summer. I was worried the day he left." "Why is that?" "Well... His parents aren't exactly what I would call 'good people.' He was dragged away with them before I could intervene or even figure out where they took him. I never thought he would be in such bad shape after three days."

Camp... Camp... the smell of pine, the feeling of being welcomed and loved, the feeling of hope, friends... My vision became more blurry as my eyes were being drowned out by the tears. I may not remember, but a part of me does. I know this man, but I can't recall who he is. I remember the camp, but I can't remember the people there. Why can't I remember?

"Does his parents...abuse him?" the doctor asked, "I can't say for sure, but... if he's in this state, can't remember a thing--I would have to assume the worst." "Well Mr..." "Just call me, David." David? David... Camp... David... Camp man... David... Pine... lemon... coffee... the forest, the cabin...red... more red... white and yellow... something bad happened... something horrible happened there.

"I think you should take care of him for a while, it may not be any of my business, but I would hate to see this kid in the hospital again." "Yeah..." "You can take him home at the end of the week." "Okay... take good care of him doc, he's been through a lot." The man known as David left my side, I found myself reaching out to him begging him to stay.

The feeling of comfort leaving me, I could feel my heart breaking. "DON'T GO!!" I screamed, David turned back around facing me. "D...Don't go. Please..." David looked towards the doctor who could only nod and agree to my wishes. "Okay. Okay, I'll stay." David sat on my bed starring down at me. I lifted myself and hugged him.

"Don't leave me..." I muttered, David patted my hair; I wanted to swat him away, but at the same time I didn't. I just allowed him to pet my head until I calmed down. "Don't worry, I'm never leaving."