I was sitting on a hospital bed, with doctors surrounding me. They were talking but I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, I figured it was probably about me. They all looked at me like I was a monster, and I didn’t understand. I could tell they were asking questions but when I tried to answer nothing would come out. Finally I heard a voice but it wasn’t from one of the doctor, a boy was sitting outside the window to my room I could hear him in my mind. He kept telling me over and over again, that this was the beginning for me and that he’d be back for mesoon. He said to trust Miss Everbloom and everything would be okay that I’d be okay. He said on my eighteenth birthday everything would be explained but for now everything about my past was better left forgotten. I didn’t know him but his words were soothing and I couldn’t help but trust him, I don’t know but he seemed to read me just like am openbook. he knew how to settle me and how to make sure I was listening.He was trustworthy, to me at least. The boy came in through the door to my room he stood beside my bed and comforted me. While the doctors ran tests on me to make sure I was okay. He spoke to me and explained the procedures and tests said I had nothing to be afraid of. I lay still letting the doctors put things in me and hoped that whatever they were doing it would make me better as soon as possible. Unfortunately they just turned more and more frightened. The boy looked at me and smiled a warm charming smile. Out of nowhere I felt a warm surge in my hand and the boy looked down at my hand. I wondered what was going on and looked down the boy had put his hand in mine it seemed to be glowing. I looked up and noticed that the boy’s face was extremely close. He closed his eyes and slowly moved closer. He was so close to my face that I could feel his lips brush against my cheek as he whispered,” just remember that I’ll always be watching from a distance”, he leaned up just enough to where I could look into his eyes I notice them change from blue to green and back again but couldn’t say anything before he leaned down and kissed me. As he pulled away he said,” If you ever feel alone think of me and remember you’re never alone” .I listened and when I looked at the doctor and pointed towards him they looked and so did I, but only to find he was gone. Where had the boy gone and why did he tell me what he did. I was confused and like the boy said I couldn’t remember my past. I was afraid, and the doctors knew I was but they didn’t know why. When a doctor said something to my surprise it wasn’t silence I could hear him. He told me I had nothing to be afraid of. I went to reply but was interrupted when one doctor came in and told the others that they were no longer needed. When I looked at him again he had a syringe with strange orange liquid in it and was coming closer. Even though he had a mask on anyone who looked at him could tell behind it he was smiling. He came closer and closer and then…….. Nothing.
I woke up due to a noise in my room. I had heard a sound in my room. It was a shadow lurking in the dark, or at least that’s what I called the strange noises no one could explain. . I sat up, remembering my dream. Why did I keep having the same dream over and over again? It was a memory from my first day in my new life, except the creepy doctor he wasn’t in the memory only the dream. But I couldn’t understand why he kept appearing. It was like every time I had a new hint a new piece was added like a new memory had been unlocked. It was strange but in my opinion helpful. I’ve had this dream for the past week, since I found out records were found and I had my eighteenth birthday next week on the 31 of August.
I leaned over and remembered that we were having guest. I looked at the clock, 9:00 am, Madame Florentine and Braeden should have arrived by now. Maybe she forgot, and then again she could just be running late again. As soon as I said it I regretted it, because I heard a knock in the middle of it. Finally, there they are, hopefully. I didn’t even get a chance to open my door before Miss Everbloom , my aunt, started yelling at me,” Blise get the door, it’s probably the guests”. Of course I have to get the door. I hopped out of bed and put my slippers on and headed for the door. But just when I was just about to open the door, the person behind it decided to knockonce again.
I tried to stay calm as possible but I spoke probably louder than I should have, “Just give me one minute; I’ll be right there okay”?
“Fine, but hurry”, the lady that spoke sounded everything but please. All too bad, she must be some lady in a serious hurry, or rush whatever you call it. I wonder what her husband was like…… Maybe he was a businessman always on travel, maybe she was divorced. I wonder if she had kids, I’d feel bad for them. No offense to her, or maybe it was a he with a very lady-like voice. Oh well, my pickiness and opinion will have to wait till later. I had to get the door before the lady busted it down. “Geez Louise, who crapped in her corn flakes this morning”. She must have been Madame Florentine. I hurried to open the door. But when I did I didn’t see a ladybehind
it, but a guy who seemed about my age, he had a bit shaggy hair, oh but it was such a golden color it was amazing. I would have taken him up as a lost boy, but I looked down at his wardrobe and noticed he was wearing a leather jacket some black skinny jeans and a pair of what must be really expensive shoes. I finally got the message that he must be Levi. If his clothes could tell personality, they’d be shouting complete snob or a rich pretty boy. Oh well, I decided not to be rude, and give him a chance to prove my opinions wrong, “Hey um…, you must be Braeden right”? “Yeah, and you must be Miss Everbloom’s daughter,” he said “Blise, right”? “Niece, and yeah Blise” he seemed nice so far, still a bit weird though. “I didn’t know she had her niece staying with her” he asked sounding a little like he was caught off guard. “Yeah”, I said as cool as possible,” in fact your room will be right next to mine”. “Cool, um do you have a place where I can set our stuff”? “Our”? “Yeah, me and my mom, you know Madame Florentine”? “Oh yeah” I said remembering she had come with him, “where is she anyway”? I didn’t see her anywhere at the moment but I could just be looking in the wrong places. “ she had to go get her purse from the car she forgot it when she came up here”, well that answered that question, “Hey where’s the place where I can put this down cause I want to get this done with so I can take a nap already” “Oh you hoo”, a loud woman’s voice came from down the hill,” Is Miss Everbloom home”? Ah, it must be Miss Florentine, who else would ask for my aunt. “Yeah, she’s home”, I tried to be polite as she appeared up the hill;” she should be in either the library down the hall or the study room across from your room”. She nodded to show she understood as she walked past. But she didn’t leave without giving me a dirty look as she made her way down the hall towards the library and then towards her room. “Now to my room to drop the luggage” Braeden said picking up on the earlier conversation. “Oh yeah, Sure right this way” I said, “Come on”. Taking a nap right now really didn’t sound that bad. I motioned for him to join me. But as I started walking down the hall, I noticed he didn’t follow me. I turned around to find out what he was doing and wasn’t surprised to find him trying to pick up all the baggage at once. Of course it was the fastest way to take care if all the bags. He was doing a bad job though, so far he had 4 bags in one hand two in the other and at the moment he was trying to pick one up with his mouth. Poor Braeden….. He must have sensed the fact I glanced back and looked up in my direction. He managed to ask me,” what” while he stuffed the bag into his mouth. “Um do you need some help there, Braeden”? I pointed at the bags, and it must have shown on my face that I felt kind of sorry for him but with the look on his face he probably took it as worried. “Nahh I got it”. He sounded pretty sure so I turned around and started heading back down the hall. He seemed so sure, and i didnt want to put him down. Honestly, i knew he was going to fail but i didnt tell him that “Okay, if you say so” I said in a sweet sarcastic voice, I could tell I was smiling. “Wait what’s that supposed to mean”? He asked curiously of course, as the bag slid out of his mouth and again onto the floor beneath him. “Nothing you just seem disorderly, that’s all” He seemed to give up on the hopes of getting the meaning of what I said and went back to trying to get the bag back in his mouth. As I realized he wasn’t going to give up on that however, I turned around and headed back in the direction I was going before.As I took a step he moaned, i thougth he had finally gave up.I didnt worry,But before I even got a few stops down the hall, I Heard a loud thud from behind me. “Oh no” I said to myself quietly, of course I could barely hear myself either. so it was as if I hadn’t even spoken. I turned around tofind Levi sitting on the floor. All the luggagehe had held in his lands now laid across him. Hewas covered in his bags.One had flewn across the hall and knocked down a lamp. im suprised he hadnt broke his arm or leg. He was smiling weakly when he said, “Oops”, in a little innocent boy voice that by his looks you would’ve thought impossible. As he got up the bags qith a crash to the floor. “Yeah, so much for not needing my help” I couldn’t help it; soon I was laughing so hard I think I may have snorted a couple times. “Yeah, but I thought I had it,” he said while trying to hold back his own laugh I could tell, “but I guess I didn’t” now he couldn’t hold it and soon enough he was laughing with me. “Come on,” I finally managed to gasp in between my burst of laughter, “Let’s take care of these bags already, before anyone else gets hurt”. As I grabbed a couple bags I headed down the hall again this time there will most likely be no interruptions. As we headed down the hall he was very quiet, I began to think he might have disappeared. Then of course that was impossible, at least I thought so. “You have a very stiff and petite posture for someone as curious and courageous as yourself”, he stated and broke the silence. “Are you studying my posture”? I asked a little crept out, considering nobody really even thinks of postures anymore. “Kind of,” he said, “I’m trying to get a sense of your character and personality” “Hmmm,” I said, “and what exactly have you picked up?” “You’re Afraid.” As soon as he said it I couldn’t believe it, he was completely right. Nobody knew my true personality because I could act out my emotions very well. But when it came to him it was as if he could read me like an open book, and we had just met. I was sure I was in for a long summer. “How do you do that”? , I asked because seriously, because I wanted to know. “You’re easy to read, your voice tells the fear as well as your eyes tell but your character and stance as well as position tell me you’re brave, it’s all determined by how well you pay attention, my dear”. His voice was teasing, I couldn’t believe him. How could he read me so easily while the people I have known for years still struggle to figure my quirks out? And then dare to base it on a theory of paying attention. “Uh huh” I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not, but and he must of sensed the doubt in my tone because he immediately defended his thoughts, “it’s true but if you don’t believe me I’m not going to judge you considering we just met and all”, he seemed to be plating with my thoughts,” really you have no reason to trust me at all”. He was right I didn’t have any reason to trust him, but I don’t know there was something about him that made me want to. He kind of reminded me of that little boy from my dream. He had a certain tone to his voice that made me trust him. I had no chance to ask if he was playing games or not because we had come to the end of the hall and his room. Now was where we parted, and knowing this house we probably had little chances of finding ourselves in the same room. Oh well, I thought, He would probably just become a jerk in days anyway, but I guess I would never know. “ Here we are your rooms right here and if you need anything I’m right next door” I said when I remembered that actually there was a closet next door that connected our rooms hmm, “ well actually there’s a closet that connects our room so I guess you could go through there” god, I thought to myself, why don’t I shut up, I felt so stupid, he probably had a girlfriend already why was I freaking out but then again he probably didn’t oh god here I go again. “Thanks, I guess I’ll see you around the house, and if anything goes wrong I’ll make sure to stop by” he said, “or maybe I’ll just stop by for a chat sometime”. “ cool, we could talk about anything you want like um maybe music or books or you know whatever” I said still rambling and still stupid” or we could talk about nothing if you wanted” I gave a weak smile hoping I didn’t look as stupid as I sounded. “Sure”, he said, though I’m not positive he meant it,” As long as it’s not about poetry of course” at the moment I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not but I decided not to push it. Well I guess no poetry talk, Oh well I guess. “Okay”, I said, I turned around and started to walk away when he interrupted, “Hey It was nice meeting you Blise”. I couldn’t help it I felt a giant smile spread across my face. He smiles back and his teeth were so white they sparkled. I quickly turned away and walked as fast as I could to my room. I was so embarrassed he had just arrived today and I had already made a fool of myself. But he seemed to overlook it and understand me completely. He reminded me of the boy I saw at the hospital when I was little he was calm and soothing. He was very trustworthy and trusting. But of course I couldn’t worry about that I had bigger things to deal with. In a week I would turn eighteen and everything would be explained. The boy from the hospital will come once again. My past will no longer be forgotten and everything will be okay. Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I’m killed before my eighteenth birthday. Sometimes I wonder if the boy was just a hallucination, a way to make myself feel safe. Maybe he was just a way of explaining things or maybe it was real. Maybe on my birthday I can be reunited with my past. But till then I’m stuck with pounds of thoughts.
it, but a guy who seemed about my age, he had a bit shaggy hair, oh but it was such a golden color it was amazing. I would have taken him up as a lost boy, but I looked down at his wardrobe and noticed he was wearing a leather jacket some black skinny jeans and a pair of what must be really expensive shoes. I finally got the message that he must be Levi. If his clothes could tell personality, they’d be shouting complete snob or a rich pretty boy. Oh well, I decided not to be rude, and give him a chance to prove my opinions wrong, “Hey um…, you must be Braeden right”? “Yeah, and you must be Miss Everbloom’s daughter,” he said “Blise, right”? “Niece, and yeah Blise” he seemed nice so far, still a bit weird though. “I didn’t know she had her niece staying with her” he asked sounding a little like he was caught off guard. “Yeah”, I said as cool as possible,” in fact your room will be right next to mine”. “Cool, um do you have a place where I can set our stuff”? “Our”? “Yeah, me and my mom, you know Madame Florentine”? “Oh yeah” I said remembering she had come with him, “where is she anyway”? I didn’t see her anywhere at the moment but I could just be looking in the wrong places. “ she had to go get her purse from the car she forgot it when she came up here”, well that answered that question, “Hey where’s the place where I can put this down cause I want to get this done with so I can take a nap already” “Oh you hoo”, a loud woman’s voice came from down the hill,” Is Miss Everbloom home”? Ah, it must be Miss Florentine, who else would ask for my aunt. “Yeah, she’s home”, I tried to be polite as she appeared up the hill;” she should be in either the library down the hall or the study room across from your room”. She nodded to show she understood as she walked past. But she didn’t leave without giving me a dirty look as she made her way down the hall towards the library and then towards her room. “Now to my room to drop the luggage” Braeden said picking up on the earlier conversation. “Oh yeah, Sure right this way” I said, “Come on”. Taking a nap right now really didn’t sound that bad. I motioned for him to join me. But as I started walking down the hall, I noticed he didn’t follow me. I turned around to find out what he was doing and wasn’t surprised to find him trying to pick up all the baggage at once. Of course it was the fastest way to take care if all the bags. He was doing a bad job though, so far he had 4 bags in one hand two in the other and at the moment he was trying to pick one up with his mouth. Poor Braeden….. He must have sensed the fact I glanced back and looked up in my direction. He managed to ask me,” what” while he stuffed the bag into his mouth. “Um do you need some help there, Braeden”? I pointed at the bags, and it must have shown on my face that I felt kind of sorry for him but with the look on his face he probably took it as worried. “Nahh I got it”. He sounded pretty sure so I turned around and started heading back down the hall. He seemed so sure, and i didnt want to put him down. Honestly, i knew he was going to fail but i didnt tell him that “Okay, if you say so” I said in a sweet sarcastic voice, I could tell I was smiling. “Wait what’s that supposed to mean”? He asked curiously of course, as the bag slid out of his mouth and again onto the floor beneath him. “Nothing you just seem disorderly, that’s all” He seemed to give up on the hopes of getting the meaning of what I said and went back to trying to get the bag back in his mouth. As I realized he wasn’t going to give up on that however, I turned around and headed back in the direction I was going before.As I took a step he moaned, i thougth he had finally gave up.I didnt worry,But before I even got a few stops down the hall, I Heard a loud thud from behind me. “Oh no” I said to myself quietly, of course I could barely hear myself either. so it was as if I hadn’t even spoken. I turned around tofind Levi sitting on the floor. All the luggagehe had held in his lands now laid across him. Hewas covered in his bags.One had flewn across the hall and knocked down a lamp. im suprised he hadnt broke his arm or leg. He was smiling weakly when he said, “Oops”, in a little innocent boy voice that by his looks you would’ve thought impossible. As he got up the bags qith a crash to the floor. “Yeah, so much for not needing my help” I couldn’t help it; soon I was laughing so hard I think I may have snorted a couple times. “Yeah, but I thought I had it,” he said while trying to hold back his own laugh I could tell, “but I guess I didn’t” now he couldn’t hold it and soon enough he was laughing with me. “Come on,” I finally managed to gasp in between my burst of laughter, “Let’s take care of these bags already, before anyone else gets hurt”. As I grabbed a couple bags I headed down the hall again this time there will most likely be no interruptions. As we headed down the hall he was very quiet, I began to think he might have disappeared. Then of course that was impossible, at least I thought so. “You have a very stiff and petite posture for someone as curious and courageous as yourself”, he stated and broke the silence. “Are you studying my posture”? I asked a little crept out, considering nobody really even thinks of postures anymore. “Kind of,” he said, “I’m trying to get a sense of your character and personality” “Hmmm,” I said, “and what exactly have you picked up?” “You’re Afraid.” As soon as he said it I couldn’t believe it, he was completely right. Nobody knew my true personality because I could act out my emotions very well. But when it came to him it was as if he could read me like an open book, and we had just met. I was sure I was in for a long summer. “How do you do that”? , I asked because seriously, because I wanted to know. “You’re easy to read, your voice tells the fear as well as your eyes tell but your character and stance as well as position tell me you’re brave, it’s all determined by how well you pay attention, my dear”. His voice was teasing, I couldn’t believe him. How could he read me so easily while the people I have known for years still struggle to figure my quirks out? And then dare to base it on a theory of paying attention. “Uh huh” I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not, but and he must of sensed the doubt in my tone because he immediately defended his thoughts, “it’s true but if you don’t believe me I’m not going to judge you considering we just met and all”, he seemed to be plating with my thoughts,” really you have no reason to trust me at all”. He was right I didn’t have any reason to trust him, but I don’t know there was something about him that made me want to. He kind of reminded me of that little boy from my dream. He had a certain tone to his voice that made me trust him. I had no chance to ask if he was playing games or not because we had come to the end of the hall and his room. Now was where we parted, and knowing this house we probably had little chances of finding ourselves in the same room. Oh well, I thought, He would probably just become a jerk in days anyway, but I guess I would never know. “ Here we are your rooms right here and if you need anything I’m right next door” I said when I remembered that actually there was a closet next door that connected our rooms hmm, “ well actually there’s a closet that connects our room so I guess you could go through there” god, I thought to myself, why don’t I shut up, I felt so stupid, he probably had a girlfriend already why was I freaking out but then again he probably didn’t oh god here I go again. “Thanks, I guess I’ll see you around the house, and if anything goes wrong I’ll make sure to stop by” he said, “or maybe I’ll just stop by for a chat sometime”. “ cool, we could talk about anything you want like um maybe music or books or you know whatever” I said still rambling and still stupid” or we could talk about nothing if you wanted” I gave a weak smile hoping I didn’t look as stupid as I sounded. “Sure”, he said, though I’m not positive he meant it,” As long as it’s not about poetry of course” at the moment I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not but I decided not to push it. Well I guess no poetry talk, Oh well I guess. “Okay”, I said, I turned around and started to walk away when he interrupted, “Hey It was nice meeting you Blise”. I couldn’t help it I felt a giant smile spread across my face. He smiles back and his teeth were so white they sparkled. I quickly turned away and walked as fast as I could to my room. I was so embarrassed he had just arrived today and I had already made a fool of myself. But he seemed to overlook it and understand me completely. He reminded me of the boy I saw at the hospital when I was little he was calm and soothing. He was very trustworthy and trusting. But of course I couldn’t worry about that I had bigger things to deal with. In a week I would turn eighteen and everything would be explained. The boy from the hospital will come once again. My past will no longer be forgotten and everything will be okay. Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I’m killed before my eighteenth birthday. Sometimes I wonder if the boy was just a hallucination, a way to make myself feel safe. Maybe he was just a way of explaining things or maybe it was real. Maybe on my birthday I can be reunited with my past. But till then I’m stuck with pounds of thoughts.
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