Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short story about dementia, inspired by someone I unfortunately never got to know really well.
English is not my mother tongue. Comments are welcome. Please be civilized.

Submitted: July 01, 2019

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It started with small things. His keys for instance. They would not be neatly hanging near the door, but instead he found them in the weirdest places: in the fridge, near the radio or even in the car. 
Then strangers started to visit him constantly. Oh, they were polite and friendly, yes, but they trotted through the house as if they had always lived there. 
He opened his eyes, scanning the ceiling, watching the patterns and trying to draw diamonds in his mind. The blanket was soft, warm and comfortable. 
He inhaled deeply, smelling the roses blooming outside through the open window. With a smile on his face, he jumped out of bed. 
Whistling he grabbed a jeans that seemed have gotten just a little too tight and a white shirt. 
His stomach grumbled, and the thought of soft cooked eggs with soldiers, like his mother always made, crossed his mind. 
He tried to open the door of his room. To his surprise it was locked. What did she do? He scanned the room, but the window was closed as well. Think, Nico, think. 
He sat on his bed, watching the hands of the clock move oh so slowly towards seven. 
Noises started all around, as if the house was haunted by ghosts. Strange voices sounded through the walls. Cutlery tingled in cups, as if coffee was being served. 
Coffee. The familiar smell of coffee entered his nostrils. Excited he jumped up, when his door opened. 
"Good morning, Nico, did we sleep well?" A friendly looking lady stood in his doorstep. 
Neat white shirt with a logo of some kind, grey pants and sneakers to complete the picture. 
She looked friendly enough, carrying that tray of food, but he knew better. She must be part of them. Those who had locked his door and his window. 
While she put the food on the table, he lunged for the door. One, two, three steps. Yes! He made it. 
The woman in his room was now yelling. "Stop him!" 
From all sides, people appeared and tried blocking his way. 
He opened doors at random, trying to escape the maze they had created. Suddenly he found himself in a small hallway, surrounded by strangers merciless closing in. 
He fell to the floor, tears running down his face. They took him by his arms, guiding him back to his room. Defeated, he sat on his chair and ate his breakfast. 
The sun shone through the window. What a wonderful day it promised to be! 
He looked around his room happily, grabbed a few marbles and waited for his mother to come and get him to school.


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