Author's Note: Charlie and Caitlin are copyright their respective owner, Bohrok127. He gave me permission to use them and post this here.
Charlie's PoV
I layed in bed that night, tossing and turning. I was having that dream again- the one where I was a baby pup and my mother had me in her arms. She was singing that song again. She was always singing that song.
Her song haunts me. It's so sweet, so gentle, so elusive. It has words, but you can't say them. No one can say them except for her and me. It was like a siren going off, it triggered something within me. The Siren Song. I cried in my sleep, hearing that song. I wanted someone to come and kill me, just so the memories would stop haunting me. I felt my heart being ripped out over and over again. I was soul-less every time I heard that song.
I was seperated from my parents. I was in a different dimension. I've forgotten who they were. Mom and dad... I had a sister and brother, I remember them, but I can't remember my parents. Mom singing The Siren Song of intangible lyrics. Dad stroking the top of my head. Both of them. I knew them, yet I didn't. I had memories of them, but I didn't know who they were. I could recall those memories of mom and dad, but they would always be faceless, nameless. I sat beside them in my dreams, but I didn't know who they were.
I pulled the covers over my head. I was crying still. I wanted it all to go away. I wish I could forget them; I wish there was nothing left of them- no memories, no past, no nothing. Nothing to keep me wanting, nothing to make me try and remember.
That song... those words... the memories.
I woke up with a pounding headache. My girlfriend Caitlin shook my shoulder rapidly.
"Charles," she said, "Wake up."
I rubbed my hands over my eyes. They were stained with tears.
"You were tossing and turning all night." Caitlin said. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"I can't remember." I lied. How could I tell her that I dreamed of my forgotten parents?
"I'm going downstairs. You want breakfast?" She asked.
I shook my head. I wasn't in the mood to eat.
She smiled, gave me a kiss and ran downstairs. I smiled. She was the only person I really had, the only one that I really knew was real and there for me.
I got out of bed right before lunch time. I couldn't take my mind off of the dream, off of that song. As I layed on the couch, I pulled my hands over my ears. I held my ears down and quietly, almost silently, sang the song to myself. No one heard me. I layed there, looking like I wanted to be anywhere else.
Lilo walked into the room with Stitch. She was carrying that glass cylinder again, the one they trapped experiments in. Stitch was the one who had taken me in when I first came here. When I was alone and homeless. Lilo thought it had been a good idea to have me here, but I can tell that Stitch never really liked me.
"We're going out to catch another experiment." Lilo said. "It was chopping down palm trees on the other side of town this morning. You wanna come, Charles?"
I turned my head on the couch and looked at her. "No... no thanks." I said.
Caitlin walked into the room before they left. "What's wrong with him?" Lilo asked her.
"He had a bad night." Caitlin said, and walked over. She rubbed the back of my neck.
I looked up at Stitch before he left. I couldn't read minds like my brother or sister, but I didn't have to after he gave me that look: free-loader, he glared.
I dug my face back into the couch cushion. Why did I get up this morning?
Charlie's PoV
I layed in bed that night, tossing and turning. I was having that dream again- the one where I was a baby pup and my mother had me in her arms. She was singing that song again. She was always singing that song.
Her song haunts me. It's so sweet, so gentle, so elusive. It has words, but you can't say them. No one can say them except for her and me. It was like a siren going off, it triggered something within me. The Siren Song. I cried in my sleep, hearing that song. I wanted someone to come and kill me, just so the memories would stop haunting me. I felt my heart being ripped out over and over again. I was soul-less every time I heard that song.
I was seperated from my parents. I was in a different dimension. I've forgotten who they were. Mom and dad... I had a sister and brother, I remember them, but I can't remember my parents. Mom singing The Siren Song of intangible lyrics. Dad stroking the top of my head. Both of them. I knew them, yet I didn't. I had memories of them, but I didn't know who they were. I could recall those memories of mom and dad, but they would always be faceless, nameless. I sat beside them in my dreams, but I didn't know who they were.
I pulled the covers over my head. I was crying still. I wanted it all to go away. I wish I could forget them; I wish there was nothing left of them- no memories, no past, no nothing. Nothing to keep me wanting, nothing to make me try and remember.
That song... those words... the memories.
I woke up with a pounding headache. My girlfriend Caitlin shook my shoulder rapidly.
"Charles," she said, "Wake up."
I rubbed my hands over my eyes. They were stained with tears.
"You were tossing and turning all night." Caitlin said. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"I can't remember." I lied. How could I tell her that I dreamed of my forgotten parents?
"I'm going downstairs. You want breakfast?" She asked.
I shook my head. I wasn't in the mood to eat.
She smiled, gave me a kiss and ran downstairs. I smiled. She was the only person I really had, the only one that I really knew was real and there for me.
I got out of bed right before lunch time. I couldn't take my mind off of the dream, off of that song. As I layed on the couch, I pulled my hands over my ears. I held my ears down and quietly, almost silently, sang the song to myself. No one heard me. I layed there, looking like I wanted to be anywhere else.
Lilo walked into the room with Stitch. She was carrying that glass cylinder again, the one they trapped experiments in. Stitch was the one who had taken me in when I first came here. When I was alone and homeless. Lilo thought it had been a good idea to have me here, but I can tell that Stitch never really liked me.
"We're going out to catch another experiment." Lilo said. "It was chopping down palm trees on the other side of town this morning. You wanna come, Charles?"
I turned my head on the couch and looked at her. "No... no thanks." I said.
Caitlin walked into the room before they left. "What's wrong with him?" Lilo asked her.
"He had a bad night." Caitlin said, and walked over. She rubbed the back of my neck.
I looked up at Stitch before he left. I couldn't read minds like my brother or sister, but I didn't have to after he gave me that look: free-loader, he glared.
I dug my face back into the couch cushion. Why did I get up this morning?