I sit in the back of the car, the cold from outside still clinging to my skin. I tuck my arms into my vest, continuously watching out the window, my eyes devouring the landscape flying past the window, etching it into my mind.
Why did it happen to me?
My family, all gone. And I couldn't do anything. What a help I am. I just watched them kill my family as I cowered in the closet. I saw them die with my own eyes.
Sighing, I turn back to the driver of the vehicle, an elderly man with a mustache who told me to call him "Wammy." Why, I don't know, but I don't ask. He promised me that he would take me somewhere safe, away from the pain and memories. To Wammy's House.
"Wammy?" I ask, leaning forward on the seat, "Could you, uh, turn up the heat just a little bit?"
He nods, turning the knob for the heat. I grow warmer almost instantly.
Slowly I dug my hand into my only bag of belongings to grab my Gameboy. I turned it on, sighing happily as the light turned green and stayed that way.
As I started the game, the Pokemon music started playing. I took a quick glance up at Wammy, noticing the slight smirk on his wrinkled face.
I turned the volume down, choosing my trainer, heading straight for some wild pokemon. More/less the rest of the ride was a blur of bubblebeams and thundershocks.
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It must have been hours that I was sleeping in the car, but that didn't please me.
Wammy was shaking me awake ever so slightly, so I gave in and started gathering up my belongings from the back seat, shoving them into my bag.
I must have looked like an alien when I stepped out of the car since Wammy chuckled next to me.
This place was fucking HUGE. Seriously though, the towering white walls made me feel like an ant in a trap.
Closing my mouth, I followed the old man into the building through the front doors, to my new home.
My fingers twitched anxiously, all of the bad thoughts racing out of my brain at once.
Will anyone talk to me?
What would happen if nobody wanted to be my friend?
What if nobody cares?
Wammy seemed to sense the intense stress vibes flying from my 10 year old body, hence the fact that his hand rested on my shoulder as he told me, "You'll be fine," as we moved into the main office.
I believed him.