^.^' Hi there, This is my first ever story so um.. Try and be nice? Do however give me constructive feedback, comments or anything you think might help me improve. I wasn't sure if I should write in one big block or put in paragraphs so I just tried my best to write this story in my favourite fashion of the stories I like to read. I don't own anything but the story plot and my OC, Who I've yet to name so.. I'm open to any suggestions :3
Let me know what you think, Should i continue or drop it?
Chapter 1-Introduction
Suffering.
Day in, Day out.
Suffering from the second I wake to the second I fall asleep, It even plagues my dreams. Why must life go on like this? Maybe I shouldn't be in life's way any more? No, That would be selfish. My existence in life is to help others in life. It's my purpose, one could say.
I heaved a heavy sigh before sitting up from my curled up position. I peered around the room to look for any changes in the environment around me, Nothing new. Still in a bed designed for the sick.
I guess one could called me sick, Some people do. My mind was all wrong. I had almost no emotion or a lack of understand of emotions. I was fairly intelligent, Top of my classes before I dropped out. But hey, I'm not one to brag.
Actually, In all truth I'm not one to speak at all. I gave up speaking a while ago and they couldn't work out why. Emotional trauma, Is what's written on my report. I sighed again and laid back on the hospital bed. I forget why I'm hospital sometimes, It turns out if you jump off the roof of a two story building people aren't very happy with you. Well that and it wasn't enough stories to end my misery.
One can only learn from there mistakes though, Right? At the moment the doctors are refusing to let me go on the grounds I might be a danger to myself and others. Hm.. A danger to others? I often wondered what it would be like to hurt someone else, Would I hurt to? If that was true, It might be the only way for me to feel but that would be so selfish.. Right? But to want to hurt someone else to hurt myself is both sadistic and masochistic, And I'm not to sure I want to hurt.
My thoughts were cut short, however, Because a doctor walked into my private room. He looked surprised, if not a bit happy. He walked over to the side of my bed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before speaking, "I have some good news for you, Poppet, Your grand father is here to take you home". I blinked a few times and sat up properly to look the door over, Grand father? Both my grand fathers passed away a long time ago, Maybe he was mistaken? Dr. Reese, As his name tag read, Smiled reassuringly at me then gestured the man come in.
The door opened and a older man walked in. He was wearing a suit, a old fashioned looking hat and smart looking glasses. The man himself looked roughly late 40's early 50's, grey-ish white hair that was cut short as far as I could see. I had trouble seeing to far away, I needed glasses but I'll be damned if I wore them. The man walked to the end of my bed and smiled kindly, his moustache moved ever so slightly. Now that he was closer, I could make out he had kind old blue eyes that were looking at me. I shifted around slightly shyly and looked at Dr. Reese. The young doctor smiled at the man and then at me, Excused himself politely to go get the paperwork and left us alone.
My heart was pounding in my chest, My anxiety playing up again. The old gentleman watched Dr. Reese go and I restrained myself from yelling at him to come back and save me. He then turned his attention back to me and took his hat off to hold it to his chest with both hands. I watched him and looked him over for any weapons while he started to speak, "I'm very sorry for impersonating one of your loved ones, It was the only way to remove you from this hospital.". He had a strong but calming English voice, I gave him some respect and looked at his mouth to usher him into continuing talking.
"My name is Watari, And I own an orphanage for gifted children, I'll take care of you there if you're willing to accompany me there" Watari finished explaining and I pondered it for a while before nodding slightly, Even if he was lying anything was better then staying in hospital. He smiled and looked around for a wheelchair, Assuming I needed one to move around. I waved my hand slightly to gain his attention and pointed to myself. He tilted his head and pulled a note pad and pen from his pocket, then held them out for me. I leaned forward and took them carefully.
I wrote my question down neatly, "What if I'm not gifted Mr. Watari?". He seemed puzzled by the question and paused to think through his reply. "I know you are gifted, But if your that worried about it we have an entrance exam so you can prove to me you are clever." Watari said softly, No pressure then. I nodded and threw the blankets off me then swung my legs around to get up. "Don't stress your body out, You need to rest and heal." I shook my head and stood up, Holding on to the edge of the bed. I stumbled a bit but got my balance. I picked up my note pad and wrote down quickly while leaning on the bed, "I need to say goodbye to someone before we go". Watari looked surprised but said it was alright.
Dr. Reese came back in with a wheelchair and left it in the door way when he noticed I was standing. "Hey now Poppet! You know your not allowed to be up and moving for a good few weeks!" The doctor said rushed before sitting me down gently on the bed.
I huffed and hid the note pad and pen behind me. Why was he so concerned about my health? I don't like doctors.. My pride doesn't want to let them help me, But I didn't have a choice currently. Dr. Reese wheeled the wheelchair over and helped me to sit in it. "My grand daughter wants to say goodbye to someone before we leave, Would that be ok?" Watari asked with a smile, I couldn't see what was happening because the wheelchair was facing the wall but I assume the shuffling I heard what Dr. Reese playing with his white coat. "Sure, I know who Poppet wants to see" Dr. Reese said chirpy and took the handles of the wheelchair and moved me out of my room to where I wanted to go.
Dr. Reese and Watari exchanged small talk on the way to the children's ward, I didn't bother to listen to them while I looked for my friend. Butterflies were painted on the white walls and there were over sized foot prints on the floor. We passed a few doors and suddenly the sound of giggling and shouting was heard from the up coming room. I cracked a smile and heard Dr. Reese sigh, "He's up to trouble again.. Poppet I swear, If you told him to do this...". I gave the male doctor a glare and stood up to shuffle through the door. "Be a good boy and let us redress your injury..", I would've laughed at the sight if my sides didn't hurt so much. Two nurses were trying to convince a small boy with crazy spiked hair to get off the top of the cupboard and let them re-bandage his sprained arm.
I waved at the little boy and his grin grew wider as he climbed down from the cupboard like a monkey and ran over to hug me. I breathed out in pain but let him hug me all the same with a smile. The little boy's name is Mickey Stone, But I called him Monkey because he loved to climb things. Well. I would if I talked. "Hey Poppie! How are you! I missed you!" Mickey slurred out hyperly and the two nurses looked at me amazed, I guessing they spend ages trying to coax him down. I gently ruffed Mickey's hair and shuffled us over to his bed.
Mickey giggled and hopped up on the bed while I gracelessly slumped on the mattress. Mickey laid his head on my lap like he always did and grinned up at me with his sparkly green eyes, I could only smile back sadly. I was aware Watari was watching us from the door way as the nurses left the room on Dr. Reese's order. I stroked Mickey's out of control hair back and out of his face, and sniffled. Mickey looked at me confused and then looked at the doctor then at Watari, and he must've figured it out.
"No! You can't have my poppie! Go away!" Mickey screamed at the two men stood in the door way as he sat up and hugged me like a life line. I wrapped my arms around my little monkey and cooed in his ear quietly as he started to cry. I wrote down in my note pad, 'Don't worry my little monkey, I'll come visit you all the time and I'll bring to all the sweets you like, The little purple ones~' and drew a little poppy at the end on my sentence.
When I first came to the hospital, I refused to stay in bed so I dragged my feet around till I came to the children's ward and I met Mickey. He was refusing to let the doctors help him and I had to admit, I was impressed a little 8 year old managed to keep the doctors away. I picked up a sweet from the bowl on the nurse's desk and walked over. Dr. Reese and two of his fellow doctors were there and he told them to let me through and be careful because I was fragile. I offered the small child who was hiding under a table the purple sweetie and he smiled and came out.
What surprised me is what Mickey did next, he looked around the room for something and both myself and the doctors watched Mickey climb the rail up the wall to the top of cupboard and grabbed something. When he came back down he handed me a little poppy flower, And gave me the happiest smile I had ever seen and said, "Poppie! Hello poppie!". I thought it was sweet, And a few of the doctors and nurses Aww'd at Mickey. I took a hold of Mickey's bandaged arm and took a marker off the table and wrote, 'My little monkey' on his bandage with a little monkey face next to it.
So ever since then, I was called Poppy by most of the staff, Poppet by because he knew it annoyed me and Poppie by Mickey. I smiled at the memory, It was one of the only ones I had. Mickey sniffled to stop his tears and nuzzled his face into my neck. "Promise?..." Said his timid little teary voice and I nodded then held out my hand with my pinkey raised. He rested his head on my shoulder and looked at my hand then giggled while wrapping his pinkey around mine.
Dr. Reese came over with the new bandages and gave Mickey a chuckle, "Don't you want Poppet to sign your new bandages before she goes Mickey?". I looked at Mickey to see his response and he nodded then held out his slightly shaking arm. I covered Mickey's eyes. He had told me he didn't like to see his arm because it scared him. Mickey put his free hand over mine to make sure I kept his eyes covered. The blonde doctor gently took the bandages off and threw them away and looked Mickey's arm over.
It still looked a bit red and swollen, but it did look a lot better then before. Mickey whimpered and snuggled into my side as best he could, I think the lack of pressure on his arm must be hurting him. I felt my stomach twist slightly with a pang of what didn't feel nice at all. Was I feeling an emotion from Mickey's pain? Oh god.. My stomach twisted farther as I watched Dr. Reese re-dress Mickey's arm quickly but softly as to not upset Mickey farther. I felt sick, Hearing Mickey be in pain hurt my insides and made me want to cry. Dr. Reese seemed to notice my grim expression and poked my cheek, "Hey, It's not that bad Poppet, Breathe".
I was known to have panicked attacks and to stop breathing, I let out a shaky breath and nodded. Mickey shifted away from me for a second and quickly shifted back to my side with a marker. I smiled for him and wrote 'My little monkey~' on his bandage. He sniffled again and hugged me tightly after I was done. I dropped my head and cooed in his ear quietly to calm him down. I didn't feel good about leaving Mickey behind, But what choice did I have? "You have to come see me at least once every week, and on Christmas, and on my birthday. Oh! And on all the holidays and when ever your free." Mickey listed while counting on his fingers.
Dr. Reese chuckled and Watari smiled, Mickey let go of me and jumped off the bed and ran to the cupboard where he kept all the things he wanted to keep safe. He shuffled through everything and grabbed a folder, then ran back over to me. I tilted my head and looked at the folder in Mickey's out stretched hands. I knew what it was but it always Mickey laughed when I acted clueless. Mickey giggled and put the folder on my lap, "Silly Poppie! It's all my drawings! Remember? I want you to have them". I smiled widely and ruffled up Mickey's hair as a 'thank you monkey'.
He laughed loudly as if I was tickling him, Till Watari cleared his throat to grab our attention. "I'm sorry to hurry you, Poppy, But we need to leave soon or we'll miss your grand mother's cooking" Watari said with a slight chuckle. I nodded and kissed Mickey's forehead then hugged him one last time. Dr. Reese brought the wheel chair over to the side of the bed for me then helped me into it. "Hey Mickey, If you want you can wave goodbye from the reception downstairs" The young doctor said with a happy ring to his voice, Mickey perked up instantly. "Yay! Only if I get to ride with Poppie in the wheelie chair!" I smiled at the small boy's demand and moved the folder and note pad off my lap for him.
Mickey happily sat on my lap and I wrapped my arms around him. Watari smiled at the us and put his hat back on to offer to hold my things for me. I handed them over carefully and watched Watari put them under his arm. Good enough for the while I guess, I focussed on Mickey as he start chatting about how I needed to watch his favourite cartoon every morning, and other odd but cute things. Dr. Reese pushed us to the main gate entrance of the hospital while Watari followed quietly.
I waved goodbye to Mickey and as Watari wheeled me to the side of a posh classic English car. He opened the door for me and I heaved myself into the back seat then did up the seat belt. Watari passed me the folder and the notepad the closed the door. He disappeared for a while, I assume he was returning the wheel chair to the doctor and my little monkey. I opened the folder and looked through the pictures with a sad smile.
There were scribbly drawings of two stick figures, Me and Mickey, playing with toys. Others were of planes and cars and some were not drawings, But simply Mickey trying to write words down with his sprained writing arm, And the last drawing caught my eye. It was one me and Mickey did together, I drew a monkey's head in a chibi form and Mickey drew a poppy as best he could.
I couldn't help but feel cold inside for leaving Mickey behind. My heart literally felt heavy. Maybe I was coming down with some bug or flu? No.. I think I was feeling something again, I'm not to sure what it was though. It was a bad feeling, I know that much. I pulled out the notepad and wrote, 'Leaving my little monkey behind, feeling sick and cold-Bad feeling that's called...?'. Watari opened the driver's door and he turned to look at me as he put on his seat belt.
I held up my note pad for him to see and he smiled almost sadly at me then spoke softly, "It's called Sadness or Guilt, You don't want to leave him behind". I nodded briskly, He understood what I felt! I wrote what he said underneath and smiled at him, then wrote him a question. 'How do I make Sadness and Guilt go away?', He paused to think while starting up the car. "Well.. Remember, You'll be able to see him all the time, Bring him gifts and read him stories, Or what ever you kids do" Watari said cheerfully. I nodded and leaned back into the chair, my body ached all over with a throbbing pain.
I was acting tough for the sake of Mickey and Watari, My body was in agony. Black spots clouded my vision and I blinked several times to rid myself of them. Suddenly my head felt heavy and I opened my mouth to ask Watari for help but darkness engulfed my vision and my mind and pushed me into a deep sleep as we entered through a big gate..
*Hides* Um.. Well, First chapters over, I'm sorry for any spelling errors or anything that doesn't make any sense. I was just really bored and I wanted to write a FF about Wammy's house, Seeing how I read them so much :3 I'll try and update soon, And there will probably be a pairing at some point in this. My OC with ether, In favourite order; BB, L, Mello or Matt.
