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We had a nice time in the field. After Lucas saw the field on the outskirts of my town, he just had to run off towards it. I brought some watermelon slices from the fridge. Not a big fan of watermelon myself, but nothing would be better to bring with us to a sunny field. Lucas just had the biggest, goofiest smile on his face as he saw the flowers and the lake, with a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step, that I hadn't seen from him before. I honestly thought that he'd be pretty mopey for a while but, I guess maybe all he needed to brighten him up was a little reminder of the beauty of the earth. Wait, am I wording that right? Am I even interpretting this right?

Anywho, Lucas seemed to pick a specimen of each flower he came across. Dandelions, roses, lilies, chrysanthemums, poppies, none were safe from his PSI-laden grip. With each flower he picked up, he threw them and sent them into the air with hexagonal PSI. That is until, after about 40 minutes of this, he came across a sunflower, about his height, underneath the hickory tree in the center of the field, with reddish-orange petals, of which the petals on the top were larger and longer than the ones on the bottom and sides. I saw him stare into the head, with a vacant stare like a deer stares into headlights, no, that's too cliché, what should I say? It doesn't matter how I word it, the point is he was lifelessly staring into the flower.

I walked up to him, and tried to say something. When I tried, however, he shoved a finger in my face, as if telling me to zip it. It was a little uncalled for, but I didn't have the heart to tell him off. After a couple minutes of him just staring at the flower, he kneeled down to the flower's base and ripped it from the ground. I swear I heard a loud ripping noise.

"Lucas! What the-"

Before I could even think of finishing my sentence, he turned around to look me in the eyes, holding the base of the flower in one hand and the neck (I think that's what it's called) in the other, glaring daggers, no, scimitars, into my soul... for about 3 seconds. After that, he took a sharp breath, walked towards me, and said, "I-I'm sorry, Cassidy. I don't know what came over me."

"I think the sunflower is bringing up some painful memories."

He looked toward the sunflower again, and sighed. He walked toward the lake, layed the flower down on the water, and pushed it off into the distant waters. He then, he fell to his knees and quietly said to himself "I... I miss you..."

After seeing this, two opposing, yet equally prevalent thoughts flowed through my head: 1) 'This poor kid. So many awful memories, and so much pain being inflicted on his psyche. I have to make sure he's happy, if not for him but for the memory of those he's lost. They wouldn't want to see him so miserable would they?' 2) 'Jesus! It's like every other thing he comes across is setting him off. It's like his emotions are on a constant roulette wheel, and anything can bring up his memories. And knowing what this kid is capable of, one of these episodes could probably result in a massive PSI outburst and kill something.' The fact that I thought that second one scared me a bit, but I had to act, so I couldn't focus on that for too long.

I walked up to the kid, and handed him a small slice of watermelon. He looked down at it in his hands, and took a small bite. He looked up at me with juice running down his cheek, and suddenly, with no warning, he started sobbing and booking it back to the house. "LUCAS! WAIT!" "Man, that kid is fast." Before I followed the psychic boy back to the house, I turned towards the lake, the orange-petalled sunflower floating into the distance on the waters. I looked upwards, to the sky, and spoke silently to myself: "Dear Lord up in heaven, give me strength. I wish to keep this boy happy. He's been through too much awful stuff in his life to deny him the happiness he deserves, so Lord, give me the wisdom and strength to care for this boy, with Mom and Dad by my side. I pray this in Jesus name. Amen."

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When I got back to the house, I noticed the time on the microwave clock read 9:23. The room to my door was opened, so Lucas was most likely in there. I may as well take this time to describe the contents of my room, because why not, right? My bed, a twin size, lays in the center, pushed up towards the back wall. Next to that, a window, and a desk with my drawing supplies. A spinning office chair lay next to the desk, against the left-hand wall. A box of vinyl records, of which I am a collector of, lay snugly in the corner where the left-hand wall meets the front wall. A shelf, laden with books, a TV, a record player, a white Wii U, and a piggy bank takes up most of the front wall, and on the right-hand wall, a large closet with my clothes and other miscellanious junk, ending off with my door. I hope I didn't mess up that description. I'm awful at describing. Heh!

Lucas was sitting on the spinning office chair, slowly spinning in a clockwise motion, and his face was in a solemn boketto (Don't ask me how I know that word. I spend way too much time online sometimes). I saw that there were a few loose pieces of notebook paper on my desk, with markers and pencils thrown haphazardly on it. I don't know how he knew where that was, or why he got into it, or if he even knew what a marker was (I think he knew what a pencil and paper was), but I was too worried about his state to care. The thing that immediately caught my eye was that the Franklin badge, which up until now was still attached to his shirt, was now laying on my desk, and on it, in scratchy writing, and in red marker, was the word 'Accursed' written across the lightning bolt on the badge. After a sharp sigh of sympathy, a picked up one of the papers. There was a drawing on it. It was a pretty good drawing. I wanted to compliment Lucas on his artistic abilities, but before I could I started to examine what the drawing actually was.

The paper featured a drawing of a little boy in a striped shirt and hair ending in a quiff. There was a boy next to him, the same height as him, also wearing a striped shirt and hair quiffing in the opposite direction, holding his hand. They looked very happy. In the background, there was a man in a cowboy hat and a beard sitting in a chair on the porch of a house on a hill. A dog was sitting on his lap. Also on the porch was a long-haired woman in a dress holding a sunflower. There were also a few simple houses in the background, a few trees here and there, and the sun was smiling. Above all of this, in the same scratchy writing as on the Franklin badge, were the words 'The Way Things Should Be.' In the corner, was the name 'Lucas.'

The boy wanted to go back to a world that no longer was so badly. Could I even help him feel better. I still don't know the answer now. Seriously, I am the LEAST qualified person in the WORLD for this job. But, if I have this job, I might as well try my best. I do care about this boy a lot. I cared about him while watching Chugga's let's play of Mother 3, and I cared even more about him when he appeared next to my bed. Am I rambling again? Jeez, I really have to work on staying on topic.

I drew the boy sitting on the office chair into an embrace and told him, "You need to stop worrying. I know what you've been through was awful, and if I could I'd punch Porky in his stupid, senile face, but nothing can change what's happened. Me and my family will do everything we can to make you feel happy and loved, but you've gotta want to feel better. Can you do that, if not for yourself, but for those you've lost. Would Hinawa and Claus want to see you be this miserable pile of spinning emotions?"

"Ok, I'll try."

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-garrett