Hello everyone! This is the sequel to my story Never the Same. If you haven't read it yet then I suggest you should or else you won't know what's going on in this story. Today is my birthday! So here's my birthday gift to you
Warning: Some mild language
I don't own it.
Fanfiction: Picking Up the Pieces
Chapter 1: Nightmare
(Frank is 11. Joe is 10)
The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky. Blades of grass danced in the light breeze. Puffy white clouds drifted lazily across the sky. The family of four sat under a large oak tree, enjoying the lovely day. They were sitting on a blue and white checkered picnic blanket. Plates of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, carrots and dip, watermelon and chocolate chip cookies were scattered about the blanket. Elvis music was playing in the background.
The woman had a petite figure, flowing blonde hair, and kind, spirited blue eyes. Her face was filled with joy as the man sitting next to her tucked a flower behind her ear. The man had a wise look in his brown eyes, and chestnut colored hair. He smiled a loving smile and kissed his wife on the cheek.
The two boys were enjoying large pieces of watermelon and giggling as the juices dripped down their arms. The boys were splitting images of their parents.
An orange butterfly landed on the younger boy's hand. It lazily flapped its wings and headed towards the woods a few yards away. The family smiled and laughed as the blonde boy with the blue eyes started after the small winged creature. He happily skipped after it, giggling as the butterfly's fuzzy feet tickled his hands.
The older boy got up and followed too, staying a small distance behind his brother. The butterfly entered the woods with both boys not very far behind it.
As soon as the young boys entered the woods, the trees and bushes closed around them, encasing the youngsters in the forest. The orange butterfly dropped to the ground, dead. The scene grew darker, the green, leafy trees became black and lifeless. It grew colder, there was no sun, all around the blonde was a gray, dead forest. He turned, his brother was no longer next to him. In his place stood a man.
The man looked cruel, vile, and downright terrifying. He smiled, displaying crooked, black, rotting teeth. His eyes were an eerie hazel and full of hatred and loathing. He wore a dirty white T-shirt that barley fit over is bulging belly, and a pair of dirty jeans. His head was mostly bald.
"Ready to have some fun, boy?" The man said in a gnarled voice. He slowly undid his belt. "I'm gonna beat ya to a pulp."
Said boy was rooted to the spot, frozen in fear. He was drenched in a cold sweat and was shaking uncontrollably. His blue eyes were laced with terror.
"Dis is all yer fault. You killed her, if you weren't such a damn failure-" The lunatic folded his belt in half and snapped it. Laughing as the boy flinched.
Suddenly, the boy took off, tears were streaming down his face as he ran. He could hear the man calling out to him, and chasing him through the somber woods. The pounding footsteps got louder as the man got closer. Without warning, the boy tripped over a tree root and fell to the cold hard ground. Before he could get up, he was roughly flipped over onto his back. The mad man grinned at him, "Little shit," he muttered as he swung the belt down, the buckle biting into the quivering boy's cheek.
Daniel woke up with a scream. He tried to get out of the bed, but strong arms held him down. "No! No dad, stop!" He yelled as he thrashed around the small bed.
"Kid, kid it's ok. Stop moving." Soft words comforted him and he stopped thrashing.
"Where- where am I? Where's Michael!" He was in an all panic mode; shaking, sweating, and eyes that were the size of apples.
"You're at Boone Memorial Hospital. And Michael? Is that the boy with the brown hair?" A pleasant looking man with glasses and thinning gray hair asked him.
Daniel nodded. "He's my brother." Still unsure of his situation.
"What's your name, sonny?"
"Um Daniel."
The man wrote something down on a clipboard. "Well Daniel, as I said before, you're at Boone Memorial Hospital. My name is Dr. Stephen Gray, you've been here for approximately nine hours. You and your brother have some serious injuries. He's right across the hall." He pointed towards the door.
"H-hospital? Nine hours? I-injuries?" The boy finally realized he was laying in a hospital bed in severe pain. He groaned.
"Hurts?" "I would assume that it would, considering all that moving around you were just doing." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I'll have the nurse prepare a sedative. Now is there anything you want to ask me before I go?"
"When can I see my brother?" Daniel had only one thing on his mind.
"When he wakes up, I'll let you see him. Alright?" The doctor smiled and left the room. A few minutes later, a young nurse came in, introducing herself as Camille and slipped a bag into his IV. Camille was still talking when Daniel escaped into a nightmarish sleep.
White. White walls, white curtains, a white door, a white table next to the white bed with white sheets. Maybe white was a symbol of cleanliness. Michael thought to himself groggily. A sense of panic dawned on him. Where was he? He thought to himself. And more importantly, Where was Daniel?
"Glad to see you are awake. Michael, is it?" Dr. Gray stood in the doorway. The boy in the hospital issued pajamas nodded. "Do you have a last name, son?"
"Callaway." Michael replied.
"Thank you. I'm doctor Stephen Gray." The doctor preceded to give Michael the standard information he had given Daniel. "Do you have any questions for me?"
"When can I see Daniel?"
Dr. Gray chuckled. "You and your brother think alike. That's exactly what he said too. You'll both get to see each other soon enough. He's across the hall. Are you in a lot of pain, Michael?"
Michael nodded, his face had turned a shade paler once the adrenaline wore off and the pain set in. The events of last night came flooding through his mind and he laid his head back onto the pillow with a groan. "Is Danny going to be okay?"
"I sure hope so, Michael. Only time can tell." Dr. Gray gave him a sympathetic smile before stepping back to allow the nurse through.
Nurse Camille had been waiting by the door and came forward once she had the go ahead from the head doctor. She gave the boy the same sedative she had given Daniel an hour ago. Michael didn't fight the inviting sleep, an escape from the pain. An escape from thoughts, feelings, and memories. An escape from reality.
Dr. Gray and Nurse Camille exited the room together. They were both thinking the same thing, it was only Camille who voiced it "If I ever get my hands on that bastard who hurt those boys, I'll tear his throat out. How anyone can cause harm to children as sweet as them is beyond me."
"I know Camille. It breaks my heart." Dr. Gray didn't want the boys to see each other because they both looked absolutely ghastly. If someone were to look at them they might think that the boys had survived a terrible car accident or had been mauled by a bear. Not attacked by the human being they called father. Dr. Gray sighed. The worst kind of monsters are the ones standing right next to you. Plain old human beings.
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