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Chapter 3: I want to forget
A small kid stood there, while others watched him curious. He was afraid, but he did a very well job hiding it.
— Here, kids. This is Mello. He'll be your new classmate, so treat him well. I guess you still remember how scary was your first day too, okay? Well, let me see… He is going to give you a tour around. Come on, don't be shy — Said the old man.
He walked forward to the other child. He seemed younger, but it wasn't for sure.
— You are Mello and you'll be my friend, right? At least, I hope so. My name is Nate River, but you can call me Near. I'll show you the house! — The kid was way too much excited about it. It seems like he couldn't control his emotions…
— Okay… Ouch! But don't pull me! It hurts!
The only response from the other was a happy giggle, unusual for a boy.
The whole day they ran up and down the house. Near showed him the hall, the common dining room, the toy room, the class room, the library, the bathrooms, and the gardens. Finally, they reached the dormitories.
— … And this is your room. Mine's that at the end of the corridor. Yup, that's all that I can show you! Goodnight, Mello!
The blonde didn't even had time enough to say 'goodnight' or something else. The white boy already was in the door of his room, entering on it.
When he entered his own room, he felt a little sad. He wanted to expend more time with that weird boy.
Well, he had to know his new room, right? There was only one bed, blue, with a nightstand next to it. On the other corner of the place was a table with a blue lamp and, of course, a chair. Next to it was the wardrobe, which was, miraculously, not blue, but green. On the wall was the only window, big and shiny.
He never liked the blue, but something was telling him that this place was comfortable in its own way.
With this thought, he fell asleep.
...
A shiny sun hit the tiny face of the boy. He fought against it, covering himself with the blankets, but a suddenly slam scared him almost to death.
— WAKE UP, MELLO! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!
The blonde tried to sleep again, ignoring the screams and trying to not yell. He really tried. But he couldn't, the temptation was simply too strong.
— WHAT DO YOU WANT, NEAR? LET ME SLEEP, OKAY?
— But we have classes today… It's going to be fun! Come on! Wake up~! — The white haired didn't seem to care about the yelling. The only thing he wanted is spend some time with his new friend.
— Okay, okay… Just five minutes more… Zzzz…
— NOW! — Suddenly, the other was madly furious. He continued — WAKE UP, GET UP AND GET DRESSED IN LESS THAN A ROWSTER CROWS OR I'LL THROW YOU DOWN THE BED! AND THEN OUT OF THE WINDOW!
— Y-Yes Sir!
What's up with him? Ordering me like that… At least he has some guts. He thought as he brought that kid out of his room and get dressed.
The days passed by, and they grew up, each day with a stronger bond that united their fates together.
They were happy. Sometimes they fought, sometimes they played together and laughed. And sometimes they cried.
No matter how you looked at it, they were still orphans. No parents, because they were dead. Or they didn't wanted a damn kid to ruin their lives.
Tears. Tears and more tears. Burning your eyes and rolling down your face, every night, with no one near to help you and reach out a strong arm or a gentle hand, or give you a hug that vanished all the sorrow, all the pain that went to torture you to death, and will as long as you live. Because your life sucked. Because there was something lost that would never return.
Roger continued to walk. The bones can be broken and healed, but the past couldn't be changed.
All people have emotions, feelings and burdens to carry. But there were a few lucky ones that had a medication to it, or at least a sedative…
He was lucky. He felt lucky, because he had it, and in the most purest white that you could ever found.
