Alfred F . Jones , I stared at the picture of me from the war for my
freedom and well the tears kept falling. Deciding to fight Arthur was such a stupid decision at least now it is. Why did I choose to go to war? I wanted freedom yes , but now I see why Arthur had those rules for me. "Shit , why am I so stupid?" I muttered to myself. The picture in my hands dropped and I fell to the ground. My body started to feel weak but I still had the energy to cry. I clenched my hand and the memories kept on coming. "Just make them stop!" I screamed and buried my fave into the concrete floor. I had no idea what was going on. Why that was all I could think of , why did this had to happen? My eyes opened to see Matthew open the door. I wasn't able to recognize him. "Alfred what's wrong?" He sounded scared like something had just happened. I sat up but my body ... Oh god it hurt so much. "N-nothing ..." Was all I could choke until-bam! My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I collapsed. I woke up but I didn't know where I was. What is this , no it was more like what was it, is this a dream?
"Alfred? Where are you! Come out this instant young man." I looked over to see Arthur. Everything from the smell of fresh roses to a single tear on a couch pillow seemed familiar. I knew where I was. "Arthur! I'm not hiding anywhere!" I exclaimed almost with excitement to see him again. He looked much happier than usual. Arthur didn't hear me. What was happening. "No! Imma stay hiding in the cupboard." It sounded like a younger me. I realized them I was witnessing my past and I couldn't change a single about. Why was this all happening. What did I do to deserve this. This was a dream I know but why couldn't it be in a first person view? "Alfred get out now!" Arthur walked over to the cupboard and pulled me out. He dragged my younger self to my room. No this wasn't my room anymore I had to remind myself on that. "Now why were you outside climbing on that tree I told you not to climb on?" He began his rant with that. "Well ... I wanted to... And I forgot." Did I just hear what I thought I heard ? I admitted my mistake? Now I wouldn't do such a thing as that! "Dude why are you doing this? You shouldn't do that it makes you look weak." No one heard me and no one will hear me . I could of screamed bloody murder and no one would give a fuck! Then I heard Arthur sigh and start to look at my leg. "It looks like you have a few scratches." I kneeled down beside Arthur to try and see what he saw. It felt weird being near him like this. He cupped my younger selfs face and smiled "At least you're okay Alfred." His other free hand went to the back of my head and he kissed the top. "I'm sowwy Arfur." I heard my young self cry and hug him. Shit, I missed all of this so much. I buried my face into his shoulder and he couldn't and wouldn't do a thing about it, but I did it anyways. It made my heart break into a thousands of pieces. The memory faded away and shattered like a piece of glass along with my heart. The next one was of when I was in my younger teens. I was hanging off of the same tree and higher up too. I was so stupid for doing that and then it hit me I know what was going to happen. My hands slipped off of the branch and I felt myself fall. What I wanted to have so bad happened. All of this I was experiencing like I would of then. My stomach fell up into and out of my mouth when I hit the ground. My body was aching more than it did earlier. I was trapped inside of a dream I felt like I would never wake up from. "ALFRED!" I heard Arthur yell as he rushed outside and nearly broke the door. I looked up at him and his eyes , his amazing green eyes were filled with worry. All I could do was groan and lay on my side and cry. I felt as helpless as I did before. The same ache was piercing my body as I managed to sit up and regain my mind. "Alfred you bloody wanker what were you thinking?" He growled as he came closer to me. It was the same yell I hated , the one that made me want to leave. Then my hands were grabbed and squeezed. I tried to worm my way out of it but it didn't work. My body was pulled into a tight embrace and I didn't want to do anything about it. For many years I wanted to feel this again and reality stated to come back. "NO!" I screamed and I woke up in a hospital room. I reached up to my head and felt stitches. "Alfred don't touch it ." It was Arthur , he was here ... with me as well as Mattie. He came closer and took my hand and smiled at me. "You're okay don't worry. You're okay now." No I wasn't I wasn't okay. I wouldn't be okay. Me , Alfred F Jones would never be the same person again.