Someone asked me via PM why Alan was afraid of closed places. This chapter consist of two lost memories while Alan is unconscious, enjoy.
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"Scotty" I was holding my teddy bear tightly against my chest as I run into the room. "Scotty. Gordon says Mommy isn´t coming back. We never see her again. But Virgil says I see her later and John says that Mommy is an angel. I don´t understand. Where is Mommy? "
"Come here Sprout." The twenty year old Scott picked me up. "They all are a little bit right. It´s like, well mommy went to heaven. Sometimes grownups and sometimes children go to sleep and don´t wake up. They fly to. You know peter pan right?"
"Went mommy to never-ever-land?"
"Yes, something like that. You don´t get bigger or older there. One day, when you're much, much older, you can go there. Then see mommy again."
"And Mommy is an fairy? Just like Tinkerbell?"
"Yes mom is an fairy. And Gordon is a bit right because mommy can´t come back. But you'll see her again when it´s your time go up. Big brother promise. "
"I want to go to Mommy now. I don´t want grow up. I want to play, play with mommy. Then I´ll be Peter Pan and I fly anywhere I want to go."
In the corners of Scott´s eyes began tears to fall. "What about me?"
"Don´t cry Scotty." I said and with my little thumb I pushed the tears away.
"We can´t all go. If you go away, I won´t see you for a very long time. And Dad and John, Virgil and Gordon. We´ll miss you too."
"I'll miss you too Scotty." I crept closer to him. "But I miss Mommy."
"We all do, but we can´t all go to never-ever-land."
"No." A butterfly catches my attention and I start to wiggle in his arms.
"Alan it´s to late to go out." Scott was smiling how it takes a few seconds to change focus completely. "Let´s get your desert."
"Ice cream! Are we watch a movie? No Fishing Nemo. Gordon wants to watch it again. I want to watch Peter Pan."
"Then we watch peter pan tonight."
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I lay on top of a roof. My head resting on a pillow and blanket laying over me. There is something so beautiful about the stars that I can look at those for hours without getting bored.
"I thought I'd find you here." sounded behind me. John.
Startled, I turned around. "Hey." I softly greeted my twenty-three-year-old brother, meanwhile I sat up. "How's your arm?" John was shot when he pulled me away from the path of a bullet . It was a scratch but I still felt guilty.
"Much better. Brains pulled the stitches out." He turned it a few times to prove that his arm really was better. "Your shoulder?"
"Nothing that I can´t handle."
"You know that everyone is looking for you down there? For a few hours now. Did you sleep here?"
Ashamed I nodded. "I ..." I shook my head and looked at my feet while my hands started playing with the blanket.
"Dad, I found him. Bring him in when we´re ready." Said John quickly at his walkie-talkie and before Dad could say something back he shut it off.
He sat down next to me and wrapped first the blanket and then his arm around me. "Spit it out, Sprout. Nightmares? "
"It´s the rooms. I don´t want to stay inside the house, it´s… the walls, they suffocate me." I admitted.
"Did you talk to anyone about what happened?" asked John.
I closed my eyes and laid my head down on his shoulder. The events of yesterday and the lack of sleep catching up on me. "I talked with the police."
"Talking helps. Tell me what happened from the moment you walked onto the football field until you got home."
And I did. I told him about the hands that pulled me off the field without anyone there. How the Hood wanted to take revenge on dad by making me his son. About the films he forced me to look with him and at daytime I was allowed to walk around in my small room. About the ankle strap I was forced the wear and if I got too close to the door, it gave me a shock. About how he controlled my mind and kept telling me over and over again how bad my family hated me. My father had given me away and nobody was looking for me. Nobody loved me. Thunderbirds were more important than a little boy. And I believed him. For two years I came on the second place.
"I had given up and Hood noticed it. So for the first time in two weeks, I was allowed to go outside. On the playground I sat on the swing with two guards watching me when I saw Gordon sitting on a bench. We were in the middle of New York in a park full of children, my hair was dyed and a cap hid my eyes so it didn´t surprise me that he didn´t saw me." I told John. John had always been the better listener. Hadn´t even he interrupted me once." I started drawing with another girl and quickly wrote the address of Hood on the drawing with 'Gordon help sprout.".
The drawing I wrapped around a stone and gave it to the girl. "Please give it to that boy. Please." I begged and my two guards took me back. I was back in the room where I couldn´t get out. I hadn´t behaved the way he wanted. I had talked with other people and as punishment I was grounded in my sealed room. You know what happened after that."
"Tell me from your point view. It helps." Encouraged John me.
"I was praying that Gordon had gotten my message when Hood came into my room and pulled me out. He gave me a headset and put Robin Hood on. Ironic, I thought to myself. Hood put on Robin Hood. The only thing I heard and saw was the movie until you worked me to the ground. My shoulders hurt and I didn´t know what was happening so I started to hit around me. You wrapped your arms tightly around me and kept whispering to me that everything would be alright. Eventually I realized that it was you and you had come for me, I stopt struggling. I must have fallen asleep or something because the next thing I knew was waking up in the hospital with you all asleep in the same room and I felt safe. But the door was closed and that made me scared. I pulled all the wires and needles out of me to get to the door and a machine began to make a lot of noise."
John got a smile on his face at the memorie of it. Everyone was instantly awake and even in more panic than me. A few doctors came rushing in and when they saw that I only woke up, they put the machine off and left us alone again. Virgil had meanwhile placed a bandage around my arm where I pulled out the IV. The whole time I just kept looking back and forth between my family.
"I looked at everyone and you guys smiled back. Everyone except Gordon, who looked at the ground." realized something. "John, he felt guilty because he didn´t rescued me when he had the chance. But he couldn´t help it. My hair is dyed. I want my own color back. We need to Gordon say it´s not his fault. "
"Gordon walked past you. You should have heard Dad and Scott." John laughed through his nose and shook his head. "But you're right. He shouldn´t walk around with such guilt on his shoulders. And don´t be afraid. Scott has stuff to wash out hair dye. Since Gordon dyed Scott's hair pink is it standard in his bathroom. Go on."
"The journey back home I know nothing much from. Scott had carried me to the airplane where Virgil gave me a sedative because I freaked out when the door closed. When I woke up here, the door closed and I felt as if I was back in that room. John, I never have to go back to that house? Do I?" I asked, frightened.
John pulled me closer to him. "No. And if you prefer that your doors stay open and you need time, talk to me or anyone else. Open your mouth, you´ve four brothers and a father who not only want to talk with you. But if you want can listen to you if you need it."
I stayed silent for a moment. "I'm ready now." Muttered I while I attempted to get up. Unfortunately I immediately fell over. John caught me and set me on my feet properly.
"Virgil told us that you may have a concussion. Balance may have a small cracks." After he made sure I stood steady, he let go of my shoulder. "What are you ready for?"
"Ready to be in the house."
"Are you sure?" I nodded and John took my hand. "Let's take the first step together."
"So Gordon has dyed Scott´s hair pink?"
Smiling he helped me down the stairs. "Yeah. Then the island is than too small you know."
"You do have pictures, don´t you?"
"Of course not. I can´t do that to Scott." He put a sneaky smile on. "I do have it on video."
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