Bright blinding white consumes me everyday, every night, every hour minute second of each day. I can never escape the blinding blank color; it drains every ounce of my energy. Do these stupid people know that I crave color…purple…green…I crave something to remind me of him since they took my locket away from me when they stuffed me into this white padded room twelve years ago. I wish for some darkness, some shadow to hide me from these horrid, fake people.
My only solace, the only thing that keeps me from loosing my mind, are my memories…the memories of us, together, happy and free to do whatever we wanted when we wanted, where no one got in our way. The only thing that existed or even mattered was the two of us. From the moment we meet it was clear that we were meant to be together, always and forever.
Silence…"Okay, time to start operation freedom." I mumbled to myself.
Tip toeing across the hall I opened the door to my Nana's room. Peeking my head slowly in I saw my biggest nemesis sitting in her chair snoring.
I started to slowly walk closer to my arch enemy Madame Needles, avoiding her mean guard cat Fluffy. Taking her weapons I whispered silently "Ah ha! I have taken away you knitting needles of doom and yarn of destruction and now you are defenseless against my almighty powers! Muhahaha! Now I shall take my leave with you weapons of doom and you shall never see them again! Muhahaha!"
Running out of the room as quietly as I can, I escaped the evil lair of Madame Needles and her evil guard cat Fluffy. "Now where to hide these dangerous weapons?" I decided to stash them behind the couch in the living room. "Now with nothing in my way operation freedom can be finished."
I straightened out my light green dress gently. The dress goes a little pass my knees and is really flowy and if I turn really fast it flies up, spinning around me. But what makes this dress my favorite dress, even though my Nana teases me saying that I look like a grasshopper, is that it is my favorite color…green! Light green is everywhere on the dress, it has a dark green bow that is around the middle, and it has white lace on the bottom of the dress.
Listening one more time to see if Nana is still asleep, I run out the door, skipping once I am past the door I scream while throwing my hands in the air "Operation freedom is complete!"
I continued to skip going down the alleyways, twirling as I go. The alleyways of Gotham are my playground, my labyrinth, and it is only I that knows all the twist and turns that it throws at you.
"Wonder if Nana has woken up yet?" As I started to make my way back home after several hours of playing in my playground I heard someone crying off in the distance. Being the curious little girl that I am, I started to skip closer to the sound.
There hidden between the trashcans and the dumpster was a boy, he seemed to be my age. Taking a closer look at him I saw that he has golden blonde hair, tan skin which is a rare when living in the dark gloomy city of Gotham. He was wearing plain old jeans, very worn out shoes, and a dark purple shirt.
Walking closer to the boy I accidentally bumped into a trashcan lid and the lid fell onto the cold, hard, wet asphalt. The noise startled the boy and his head jerked up as fast as lightning and his eyes found mine.
I took in a deep sharp breath when our eyes connected. His eyes were a deep, dark brown that it almost looked to be black and they held this huge amount of sadness mixed with fear within them with a hint of confusion. His eyes held me in some kind of trance…I couldn't look away from them, they seemed to go on forever as if they had no end
"What do you want?" He asked me with a croaked voice, giving away that he had been crying for a long time. Even though his voice was rough I could still hear the softness of it.
"I heard someone crying and I came to see what was wrong." I walked closer to him and sat next to him. Thinking of what my Nana does for me when I'm sad, I pulled him to me placing his head on my lap and began to stroke his hair, which was surprisingly very soft. He stiffened but began to relax after a few minutes of me stroking his hair. "Let it all out." I whispered softly in his ear.
He cried for what seemed like hours, letting out all his pain and sadness. I just sat there humming a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me, stroking his hair.
Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, Baby of mine.
His sobs began to dwindle down.
"What's your name?" He asked, while I kept stroking his hair on my lap.
"Amelia. What's yours?"
"Jack."
From that day nothing could ever separate us, we were the best of friends. I never asked him what made him cry in that alley but over the years I figured out the cause. Jack's home life was not a happy one, his mother worked the streets while his father would drink every cent that they owned and when he was drunk, which was most of the time; he would beat anyone that was near him, his wife and most of the time his son.
Jack would not accept help; he didn't want to be seen as weak even though he was just ten years old. I tried to help him as much as I could as much as a seven year old could. I would sometimes make too much food and since I couldn't eat it all Jack had to eat half of it so that it didn't go to waste or make him spend the night at my house with Nana because I told him I needed him to scare away the monsters that come out at night. Nana would help out too, she would tell him that she needed to get rid of some cloths and shoes that would be his size and would give it to him.
Those three years of my life where the happiest moments of my life, I had everything that I could want. I had a family again, Jack, Nana and me, and I wasn't going to lose them like I did my parents to the city of Gotham, I would keep them with me at all cost.
As I started to drift into my daydreams I heard the idiotic nurses speaking outside my door.
"Did you read about the apartment that was on fire? The one were all those people either burned to death or were blown up by some bombs?"
"Yes such a horrible thing. It's tragic that all those people in the building and the people trying to save them died. Did they catch whoever did it?"
"No the police are still looking for the culprit. I heard the only thing they found on site was a joker card."
"Who would do such a thing?"
I smiled to myself…I know who would do that. He is coming. He is coming for me.
Baby of mine.