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Wronged

Chapter 11: Memories are Wrong

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

"So weak. So weak. So Weak."

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

Voices, thousands of them, chanted the words religiously. All at the same time, all blurred together. How I could understand what they were saying I'll never know.

"Wakeupwakeupwakeup!"

"Soweaksoweaksoweak."

However, I couldn't stop them. As far as I could tell, I was laying on my back in a place so cold I no longer believed I had a body temperature. I felt numb, almost like I was floating; the ground the only thing keeping me from floating away. My eyes were cemented closed, unable to open, unable to blink away the unending burning I felt there. I couldn't speak or move.

"Wakeupwakeupwakeup!"

"Weakweakweakweakweak!"

I wanted to stop them, whoever they were. Their voices were shrill and high, so very annoying.

"WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!"

"WEAKWEAKWEAKWEAKWEAK!"

My mind got more and more sluggish as they screamed. And eventually I was lost in their riot. I couldn't feel anything, neither the coldness nor the numbness, the burning in my eyes, just nothing.

"WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP-"

"…wake up…Garfield, wake up!"

My eyes shot open and there, standing alive and well in front of me, was my mother. I couldn't help it, all those year I'd spent without her; tortured and used, I couldn't contain the intense happiness I felt. I flung my arms around her and held her close, tears fell freely from my eyes, but she didn't care, she wrapped her arms around me and uttered soothing words.

"Garfield, it's alright. It's all over now. All over."

All over? Had I been dreaming? My betrayal, my friends, my love, my life….their death? Was it all a dream? Deciding the only thing I could do was to calm down and try to figure out what was going on, I listened to my mother's heartbeat, letting that calm me. Letting the beat tell me that mom was indeed alive, and holding me. That this was all real.

"Are you alright, honey?" Mom asked me, smoothing my hair.

I nodded into her bosom but otherwise didn't move.

A strong hand found its way to my back, rubbing small circles soothingly. "Is he alright?" A more deep voice whispered. My father.

"Just a nightmare, I think."

"Do you think we should go back to the house?"

"Well, may-"

"We're on the boat?" I asked suddenly, now able to hear the waves and the boats engine.

"Of course we are, where else would we be?"

I looked up at Mom's face, then at Dad's. They had no idea what was going to happen. Worse, I didn't know how long they had left. I couldn't just leave them again, maybe this time I could save them.

"I dunno…"

"What happened, son? In your dream?"

I hadn't had a nightmare for ages, not after that day. An idea sparked itself and became a fire in my mind. I was going to save them. "We were on this boat and something went wrong, maybe the engine malfunctioned, I can't really remember. But we started heading towards a big waterfall. The current was really strong, to strong to swim against and the boat was practically useless. There was nothing we could do but wait till we fell. So…"

They were both silent, both contemplating what to say, what to do. I hugged mother tighter to prove my scared emotions. "I don't want to be on this boat anymore!" I all but scream.

They pause and finally Dad nods. "Alright, we'll go back home."

I would of screamed with joy, but I can't forget, they died when I was six. When six year olds have nightmares about their parents dying, they get scared. I have to be scared now. So instead and lean more into Mom and listen to her heartbeat. Eventually, I calmed down. Actually, I just estimated how long it would take for a six year old to calm down.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded again and walked along with mom as she took me to the kitchen area.

"You sit here and wait. Mom has a little surprise for you!" When she left I took a look around. Honestly, the cruise itself was a bit blurry; I could barely remember where my room was. With the current predicament I'm in I don't think it really matters. What really matters was, what the hell is going on.

Obviously I am not thinking like a six year old. And I'm pretty sure that six year olds don't dream of their parent's deaths nor any of the other people I've killed. What was the last thing that happened? I was going to-

"Beast Boy," a smooth voice whispered.

I spun around to find…nothing. Absolutely nothing. I turned back to the table, watching the doorway that my mother had exited from. The voice defiantly hadn't sounded like her, nor did it sound like Dad. So who?

Again, I attempted to remember what had happened before I had awoken. But, things were becoming so blurry; people's names, the girl I had fallen for, who I had betrayed. Everything just seemed to disappear.

Finally, Mom appeared holding a huge bowl of ice-cream. Some banana slices littered the tops of the multicolored ice-cream with whipped cream on top of that. Sprinkles spotted the delight with even more multicolored deliciousness. And it was completely drenched in chocolate syrup. It was a heart attack waiting to happen, but would it be a wonderful one. My childish delight had no bounds and I let out a shriek happiness. Mom smiled and set it down in front of me.

"What's better to rid yourself of a nightmare than a wonderful ice-cream Sunday?"

It was odd that she would make me such a desert but at that moment I didn't really care. And I helped myself to the snack and pushed some of the bananas into a pile for my Mom to eat, which she happily complied to.

I was happily content to eat my worries away and seconds later Dad came in and shared in the snack.

It was a perfect picture of a happy family.

To bad neither one of us noticed that the picture was marred by the sudden storm rushing towards us. A huge shadow ready to engulf us alive.


Epicenter Six: Do my updates always make you happy?

A/N: So this part is based on what Epicenter Six has told me about BB's past. So if it's a bit different or if things differ from what you remember please tell me. I haven't read the comics so any information on this would be very appreciated!