'Mia'
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Sitting in a big bed room a 6 years old scared boy is turning the pages of a picture book. The room is huge and beautiful but not so beautiful to attract the boy and to bring him out of his thought. It's been two years now he's living with them but still the thought of being loved or giving love scares him.
His eyes red, tired and deadful. No he isn't crying. It's not his thing. His eyes are deprived of sleep. The countless nightmares have got that honor. It's been three days now he hasn't gone out of his room. Mrs. Grey had tried to touch him and he was scared. And now he is embarrassed. How could he not let her touch him when she's the fairy who saved his life. The thought breaks him more. But he isn't familiar with affection and Mrs. Grey knows this and so she never tries to get intimate with him but that day was different. She was thrilled 'cause a new member is arriving in this family.
'Christian, Your new baby sister is arriving this weekend.' he remembers her saying and kissing his check.
Honestly he doesn't care but his carelessness makes him depressed. He owes this family too much and he can't even let them love him. Too much for a 6 years boy to think? But again, who at the age of four has spent 4 days with his mother's dead body? Who was a crack whore too. Oh, and that bastard pimp of her. Who can remember their four years old memories? He does. Every minute details, every single pain. It's feel new, everytime he remembers them. Remember! He hardly has to remember those moments as he's still living those moments.
But it's getting easier now. Though he doesn't talk he is now accustomes with people, family people. He eats. Oh Jeez, foods! He has foods! A room! A good family! Its hard to believe but he's coping up recently. Two years a long time but again not everyone has faced the 'situation' he has. Now when his mind has started to accept he is out of danger or any kind of harm in this beautiful house among with these beatiful people, he thinks about the day when he first saw her, wearing a white dress like a fairy, handling hims as if he's made of glass. Oh, he loves this woman. Love! No, he isn't capable of love.
Some sounds downstairs makes him come out from his thought. Slowly he gets up from his bed and heads towards the door. He opens the door slightly and tries to look out. But he can't see anything. The sounds getting louder. With great curiosity he makes his way downstairs.
And for the first time he lays his eyes upon her. A cute, little angel was sleeping peacefully in Mrs. Grey's arms. She's angle.
"Christian, see." Mrs Grey moves towards him. He becomes conscious but ease himself seeing her smiling, "It's Mia. Your little sis. Isn't she cute?"
He nods slowly.
"Wanna hold him?"
He looks confused. Hold her! Is he capable of this?
"Here," she extends the little baby toward him.
Absentmindly, he takes her in his arms. God, this feels good. The little angel makes noises and opens her eyes. Her eyes so deep, full of love and lively. She gives her a dazzling smile. He reciprocates her. Suddenly she clutches his shirt and in the process her tiny little hand brushes his skin through his cotton shirt. His grip loosens in fear and before he could drop her Mrs Grey holds his hands, smilingly. He relaxes and looks at the angel in his arms.
"Mia. Her name's Mia, Christian."
"Mia." He whispers. His voice harsh due to unused for a long time.
"Oh, Christian!" Mrs Grey wraps her arms around him with tears in her eyes.
He shivers but controlled himself. He has to get used of this.
"Mia." he repeated in his mind. Mia.
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AN: First try. Second one will be definitely better than this.
Review please.
KamiKaze Black