PLEASE……NO!!
I sat up gasping for breath looking around frantically trying to figure out where I was, blinded by the scenes of my nightmare. As I calmed down I began to recognize my surroundings. There was Daisy sleeping in the cot next to me, and Randi snoring on the other side of the room and Gabriel on the window seat.
I closed my eyes wishing the nightmare away.'Why do I keep thinking about it? The dreams have got to stop. I can't take it any more!' Before I could get any more worked up Gabe snorted and tried to adjust himself in his sleep, forcing me out of my thoughts. I sighed as I looked at him 'Why doesn't he ever sleep in his cot? He's gonna catch a cold like dat.' I got up and yanked his blanket off the cot and walked over to the window. I covered him with it, making sure that it wouldn't fall off if he moved again and went back to my own cot.
I couldn't go back to sleep the dreams would come back. Those stupid dreams, God, how I hated them. It isn't fair! None of this should have happened. I should be living in a house with my parents and my brother. Daddy shouldn't have drank and mommy shouldn't have died. It isn't fair! And my brother, my brother, he should have found me and kept me with him. I can't believe that I am not with him. We could have spent the rest of our lives together, but know of course he had to disappear. Everyone I care about leaves no one stays around. What is wrong with me? What do I do that drives people away? I don't understand! I looked at Gabe he promised he would never leave me alone. He promised. He always keeps his promises. I remember…
(*flashback*)
I remember the first time we met. I was just brought here, to the Brooklyn Home for Orphaned and Unwanted Children, feeling very alone and very unwanted. I sat on the window seat the entire day hoping to see Frankie coming towards the building to come and get me. I thought the whole thing was a mix up. Boy was I wrong. Frankie never came and I never moved. Some kid came over and told me I was missing dinner and I told him that I didn't care. He came back later and held out his hand and I saw that he had brought some bread and butter for me to snack on as I kept my vigil on the street.
"Thank you" I said.
"No problem" he replied smiling.
I looked up into his blue gray eyes and saw that I could trust him.
"Ya know dat youse in my spot, right?" he asked.
"Excuse me?"
"My spot. Right here. This is, ya know, my spot. Spot…" he trailed off pointing to where I was sitting in order to emphasize what he was talking about.
"So is Spot your name?" I asked innocently.
He looked at me with surprise.
"I mean," I continued, "Spot is really more of a dog's name. Isn't it. Oh, it is your name…I'm sorry." I added as I saw his face beginning to cloud with anger.
"No it is not my name." is all he could say.
"Then what is it?" I asked impatiently.
"Daredevil" he said. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.
"Daredevil?" I repeated skeptically "What's your real name?" He looked at me as if trying to decide what to tell me.
"Gabe" he said, "Gabe Conlon."
"Nice to meet you Gabe" I replied. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He laughed.
"So whats your name goil?"
"Tanya Sullivan. Nice to meet you Tanya, or should I say Pixie since youse about as little as one and I can tell youse gonna be as much trouble as a mischievous Pixie."
"How do you know what pixies are like?" I questioned
"Me mum" he replied not looking me in the eye.
"Oh…OK… Spot." was all I could respond with. He glared at me. "What!" I exclaimed, "I think Spot is much better than Daredevil, but you don't have to change your name just because of me. But be aware that I will either call you Gabe or Spot, I will never call you daredevil."
He laughed again, "Deal" then he spit in his hand and held it out to me I grinned and spit in my hand and grabbed his in a strong shake. He looked taken aback but from that moment on we were friends and absolutely inseparable. He has never broken a promise. That was 3 years ago and now we were each other's shadows the only times we were apart was when he had to sell his papes.
BOOM!
I was shaken out of my thoughts as Gabe made another grunting sound and fell off the window seat. I started giggling He looked over at me totally aware that I had seen him fall. He walked over to my cot and sat down on the edge of it. I looked up at him.
"You think my falling is funny huh, huh.." he said as he started tickling me. I started laughing even harder and tried to get away from him. I pushed him off my cot and he landed with another thud.
"Youse gonna pay for that latah" he said threateningly, "Ise gotta go sell."
"When you gonna take me with you? I asked.
"When youse older" was the answer.
"Youse been saying that forever" I replied "What is older."
"When I don't gotta worry bout you so much. I need to teach ya how to fight."
"But" I said interrupting him, "I can use a slingshot just as good as you…"
He cut off my argument by putting his hand over my mouth.
"No more" he said "It'll be worth the wait we'll have so much fun once youse are selling wit me. I smiled at him.
"Promise"
"Promise…listen," he said as he got up, "there may be problems today so I don't wanna wear my key, can you keep it safe for me?"
"Of course" I said honored at the very thought "I'll guard it wit me life"
"Knew I could count on you" he said handing me his key. "See ya a little later Pix."
"Bye Spot" I answered.
I closed my eyes to go back asleep but a few minutes later I could smell smoke. I started cauging. I opened my eyes to look around the room and saw some smoke coming in from underneath the door. I jumped out of bed and woke up Daisy the 2 of us started shaking those closest to us and yelling to wake the others up. I pulled Gabe's key around my neck, just like he always wore it and grabbed my duffel bag. Everything I owned was in that bag and I wasn't about to lose it. I grabbed some of the younger kids and made it out of the building right behind Daisy.
"Daisy where's Gabe?" I asked. She just looked confused.
"I can't find him" I said starting to cry as I looked at everyone standing around the burning building.
"He hadn't left yet, he was probably in the bathroom" I said as I started to head for the building again. Daisy grabbed my bag.
"You can't go back!" she yelled.
"Gabe!" I screamed ignoring her
"Spot!"
I was losing my mind. I couldn't lose someone else I loved him. I told him I loved him. I can't lose him Pease God… "NO!!!!!!!" You can't do this to me! "Spotty!! Please!! GABE!!!!" I was screaming frantically and managed to get out of Daisy's grip and went running back to the building. I could hear her calling to me begging me not to go in, but I couldn't help it I had to try to find him. I couldn't see anything the smoke was too thick and the tears were blurring what vision I did have. I felt two strong hands pull me away from the building. I cried and screamed and tried to fight but the hands were too strong and the next thing I knew I was facing a deserted street with no one I knew around me.
Still a little dazed and grieving over the loss of the only boy I ever really cared about I walked away from Brooklyn. Away from all the painful memories there. I spent a couple of nights sleeping in the allies of Queens. Never really staying in one place. Always going from one street to the next trying to get as far away from Brooklyn as I could. I stole some food to get by and whatever I didn't eat I would sell. With that money I would get drunk that way I didn't have to think about anything. Even though I was only 10 I felt as though I was 100. I was sick of life and I didn't want to face it anymore.
Finally one night I slipped up. I tried to steal some papes from a newsie so I could make some money. Well it didn't work very well and I got chased over the bridge into the Bronx, where I got caught by the bulls. I finally realized what I was doing to myself. I couldn't survive anymore going from alley to alley and drink to drink, stealing and running. They didn't send me to the Refuge though; instead they let me off in front of a factory in Harlem and told me if I needed money I needed to work for it.
I looked up at the factory and felt my world tilt underneath me. How could I survive here? I looked back at them, shouldered my bag, and walked toward the factory. Maybe here I can start a new clean life. I will be good and maybe no one will get hurt. I walked up the steps took one last look at freedom and walked inside.
*disclaimer*: I don't own Newsies, Disney does (. I do own Pixie/Teeny (AN: you'll see what I mean), Hazard, and Daisy. I think that's it. Oh yeah….read + review ...please!
I sat up gasping for breath looking around frantically trying to figure out where I was, blinded by the scenes of my nightmare. As I calmed down I began to recognize my surroundings. There was Daisy sleeping in the cot next to me, and Randi snoring on the other side of the room and Gabriel on the window seat.
I closed my eyes wishing the nightmare away.'Why do I keep thinking about it? The dreams have got to stop. I can't take it any more!' Before I could get any more worked up Gabe snorted and tried to adjust himself in his sleep, forcing me out of my thoughts. I sighed as I looked at him 'Why doesn't he ever sleep in his cot? He's gonna catch a cold like dat.' I got up and yanked his blanket off the cot and walked over to the window. I covered him with it, making sure that it wouldn't fall off if he moved again and went back to my own cot.
I couldn't go back to sleep the dreams would come back. Those stupid dreams, God, how I hated them. It isn't fair! None of this should have happened. I should be living in a house with my parents and my brother. Daddy shouldn't have drank and mommy shouldn't have died. It isn't fair! And my brother, my brother, he should have found me and kept me with him. I can't believe that I am not with him. We could have spent the rest of our lives together, but know of course he had to disappear. Everyone I care about leaves no one stays around. What is wrong with me? What do I do that drives people away? I don't understand! I looked at Gabe he promised he would never leave me alone. He promised. He always keeps his promises. I remember…
(*flashback*)
I remember the first time we met. I was just brought here, to the Brooklyn Home for Orphaned and Unwanted Children, feeling very alone and very unwanted. I sat on the window seat the entire day hoping to see Frankie coming towards the building to come and get me. I thought the whole thing was a mix up. Boy was I wrong. Frankie never came and I never moved. Some kid came over and told me I was missing dinner and I told him that I didn't care. He came back later and held out his hand and I saw that he had brought some bread and butter for me to snack on as I kept my vigil on the street.
"Thank you" I said.
"No problem" he replied smiling.
I looked up into his blue gray eyes and saw that I could trust him.
"Ya know dat youse in my spot, right?" he asked.
"Excuse me?"
"My spot. Right here. This is, ya know, my spot. Spot…" he trailed off pointing to where I was sitting in order to emphasize what he was talking about.
"So is Spot your name?" I asked innocently.
He looked at me with surprise.
"I mean," I continued, "Spot is really more of a dog's name. Isn't it. Oh, it is your name…I'm sorry." I added as I saw his face beginning to cloud with anger.
"No it is not my name." is all he could say.
"Then what is it?" I asked impatiently.
"Daredevil" he said. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.
"Daredevil?" I repeated skeptically "What's your real name?" He looked at me as if trying to decide what to tell me.
"Gabe" he said, "Gabe Conlon."
"Nice to meet you Gabe" I replied. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He laughed.
"So whats your name goil?"
"Tanya Sullivan. Nice to meet you Tanya, or should I say Pixie since youse about as little as one and I can tell youse gonna be as much trouble as a mischievous Pixie."
"How do you know what pixies are like?" I questioned
"Me mum" he replied not looking me in the eye.
"Oh…OK… Spot." was all I could respond with. He glared at me. "What!" I exclaimed, "I think Spot is much better than Daredevil, but you don't have to change your name just because of me. But be aware that I will either call you Gabe or Spot, I will never call you daredevil."
He laughed again, "Deal" then he spit in his hand and held it out to me I grinned and spit in my hand and grabbed his in a strong shake. He looked taken aback but from that moment on we were friends and absolutely inseparable. He has never broken a promise. That was 3 years ago and now we were each other's shadows the only times we were apart was when he had to sell his papes.
BOOM!
I was shaken out of my thoughts as Gabe made another grunting sound and fell off the window seat. I started giggling He looked over at me totally aware that I had seen him fall. He walked over to my cot and sat down on the edge of it. I looked up at him.
"You think my falling is funny huh, huh.." he said as he started tickling me. I started laughing even harder and tried to get away from him. I pushed him off my cot and he landed with another thud.
"Youse gonna pay for that latah" he said threateningly, "Ise gotta go sell."
"When you gonna take me with you? I asked.
"When youse older" was the answer.
"Youse been saying that forever" I replied "What is older."
"When I don't gotta worry bout you so much. I need to teach ya how to fight."
"But" I said interrupting him, "I can use a slingshot just as good as you…"
He cut off my argument by putting his hand over my mouth.
"No more" he said "It'll be worth the wait we'll have so much fun once youse are selling wit me. I smiled at him.
"Promise"
"Promise…listen," he said as he got up, "there may be problems today so I don't wanna wear my key, can you keep it safe for me?"
"Of course" I said honored at the very thought "I'll guard it wit me life"
"Knew I could count on you" he said handing me his key. "See ya a little later Pix."
"Bye Spot" I answered.
I closed my eyes to go back asleep but a few minutes later I could smell smoke. I started cauging. I opened my eyes to look around the room and saw some smoke coming in from underneath the door. I jumped out of bed and woke up Daisy the 2 of us started shaking those closest to us and yelling to wake the others up. I pulled Gabe's key around my neck, just like he always wore it and grabbed my duffel bag. Everything I owned was in that bag and I wasn't about to lose it. I grabbed some of the younger kids and made it out of the building right behind Daisy.
"Daisy where's Gabe?" I asked. She just looked confused.
"I can't find him" I said starting to cry as I looked at everyone standing around the burning building.
"He hadn't left yet, he was probably in the bathroom" I said as I started to head for the building again. Daisy grabbed my bag.
"You can't go back!" she yelled.
"Gabe!" I screamed ignoring her
"Spot!"
I was losing my mind. I couldn't lose someone else I loved him. I told him I loved him. I can't lose him Pease God… "NO!!!!!!!" You can't do this to me! "Spotty!! Please!! GABE!!!!" I was screaming frantically and managed to get out of Daisy's grip and went running back to the building. I could hear her calling to me begging me not to go in, but I couldn't help it I had to try to find him. I couldn't see anything the smoke was too thick and the tears were blurring what vision I did have. I felt two strong hands pull me away from the building. I cried and screamed and tried to fight but the hands were too strong and the next thing I knew I was facing a deserted street with no one I knew around me.
Still a little dazed and grieving over the loss of the only boy I ever really cared about I walked away from Brooklyn. Away from all the painful memories there. I spent a couple of nights sleeping in the allies of Queens. Never really staying in one place. Always going from one street to the next trying to get as far away from Brooklyn as I could. I stole some food to get by and whatever I didn't eat I would sell. With that money I would get drunk that way I didn't have to think about anything. Even though I was only 10 I felt as though I was 100. I was sick of life and I didn't want to face it anymore.
Finally one night I slipped up. I tried to steal some papes from a newsie so I could make some money. Well it didn't work very well and I got chased over the bridge into the Bronx, where I got caught by the bulls. I finally realized what I was doing to myself. I couldn't survive anymore going from alley to alley and drink to drink, stealing and running. They didn't send me to the Refuge though; instead they let me off in front of a factory in Harlem and told me if I needed money I needed to work for it.
I looked up at the factory and felt my world tilt underneath me. How could I survive here? I looked back at them, shouldered my bag, and walked toward the factory. Maybe here I can start a new clean life. I will be good and maybe no one will get hurt. I walked up the steps took one last look at freedom and walked inside.
*disclaimer*: I don't own Newsies, Disney does (. I do own Pixie/Teeny (AN: you'll see what I mean), Hazard, and Daisy. I think that's it. Oh yeah….read + review ...please!