Broken Memories [Shoey Dawceffa]

Chapter 1

Btw this story is an AU (alternate universe).

Shane is going to turn eight in four months when he meets Joey. It's early in the morning, the last days of summer holidays. Later on Shane asks himself why he hadn't waken up earlier than usual because of some cartoons that were passing on TV in that hour. At the end he ended up not watching because his eleven year old brother, Jerid, made him watch what he wanted – if he'd even have talked to Joey in that day. Maybe things would be different. Or maybe not.

He is in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's pyjama which he is so proud of having, laid down on the couch next to his brother – who is seriously annoying him but he doesn't want to fight with him or their parents will wake up and tell them that they have to behave like good siblings – drinking his chocolate milk.

He's been listening to some weird and unfamiliar noises coming from outside, he's curious about it but still not that curious to the point of going to check it out himself. It doesn't take fifteen minutes till his mother appears, walking down the stairs, already dressed – which is a new thing for young Shane since she always appears in her pink, long, satin robe – and tells them to dress up because they need to go to church.

"I don't want to go!" Shane says in his young and pitchy voice, crossing his arms on his chest and making a pouting face. He doesn't like churches but he never says that to his mother because it's not a good thing to say. Shane doesn't care and he is too young to understand those things, besides going to the church is boring. He just sits down on those uncomfortable sits for an hour, listening to an old man talking, wearing – for what Shane think it is – a dress and listening to some odd songs. He never knows when it is time to stand up, but that's the worst part, sometimes it takes minutes to sit back in the wooden sits. He prefers to sit on them, than being stood up for minutes till his feet hurts.

"Shane Lee!" Teresa, his mother, calls his name and he knows she's warning him by her tone of voice. Shane still doesn't care and shakes his head "Your father said that you need to go." They know that Shane always protests about going to the church. He rather leaves out everything that involves effort from his small and fragile body. He needs to dress up, brush his teeth and his mother does that thing with his hair that he hates, the couch always seems so comfortable in those times. He's not a kid who  suffers from a lot of tantrums, he says to himself that he's going to be a man soon and men don't suffer from tantrums.

"But I wanna stay, please mom I'm going to behave well!" His tone is childish, he gives her an innocent smile and makes puppy eyes. By now his brother is gone, he's a good boy, obedient, calm and quiet, but only to his parents. Shane thinks he's mean and not the good boy they think he is.

Teresa sighs and ponders for a moment. Shane never stays quiet in the church and he basically embarrasses her, also it's not the first time her son is going to be alone at home. The neighbourhood is safe and he never does bad things, he mostly stays watching TV and enjoying the peaceful and silence ambient from the big house. Sometimes he eats her cookies but she never really notices it. She thinks they're hidden in a good place where Shane can never find them. She's wrong.

"Fine but remember, don't open the door to anyone and..." Shane doesn't listen to his mother's words. He doesn't need to. He knows them by heart already.

He finally changes the channel and minutes pass when he probably says goodbye to his family, but he doesn't really notice his mouth moving by how focused his eyes are on the cartoons. Although they don't make him occupied and entertained for more than half an hour ,so he stands up, doesn't bother to turn off the television. He walks to the kitchen – maybe the cookies are still on the same place.

They aren't. Or maybe he ate them all already.

He decides to go back to the living room. No one can tell what possible catches the boy's attention when he looks at the big window that goes to the balcony, He is still looking and steps closer to the glass, not caring about his fingerprints dirtying the glass. everyone will know it's Shane's anyway.