Hush! Chapter 3
A/N: Thanks to all the nice people that review!! *sniffle* really motivated me to write a little more *cough* I'm aiming for a little longer this time ( by the way if anyone has any suggestions or anything for this please feel free to tell me! Sorry about the length of time, I had a serious disease called writers block! Now on with our feature presentation.
"Ok go"
'Fine, where was I? Oh yes parents have died boo hoo, I knew it would happen one day only I didn't expect it for at least a while. Hell, I didn't realise it would happen while I was still a kid but alas, it did. I sure as hell don't need any more pity.
'It was a cold and windy day the funeral was on. I hoped that it would be sunny but it just doesn't work like that, the rain began half way through the service and it continued to get worse after that. I was dressed in a little suit my grandma picked out, cute I was told. I couldn't understand why mummy and daddy had to go away and for a while I wanted to go with them. Grandma told me this wasn't a nice thing to do.'
"We are gathered here to remember." the priest began.
Close family and friends where gathered to remember Leslie and Chris, it was bad weather and it seemed as if the sky was crying out for them. As the priest continued with the funeral Dennis was standing beside his grandparents, his grandma Sarah was wiping her eyes and his grandpa Dean was supporting himself and his wife it seemed. Dennis didn't understand who were these people? And where is mummy? She promised she'd be back as soon as she went for a walk with daddy, to help him make chocolate chip cookies but that was a few days ago and Dennis couldn't understand. Or that's what everyone said, the truth of the matter was Dennis knew exactly what was happening, he knew his mummy wasn't going to make him cookies any more, he knew his daddy wasn't going to tell him everything would be better and he knew his parents wouldn't be back to hug him
He just knew.
As the rain started his grandpa lifted an umbrella and called Dennis over, he quickly hurried over and stood. Pale faced and shaking his grandma hugged him tight to her bosom while he tried to comfort her
"Hey gran, calm down. There, there. It's ok to cry, I was crying too"
This just made her cry louder. Surprisingly her contact did not make him sore nor did his contact make her hurt. They had psychically short circuited each other and damn it did they care?
No.
As the funeral came to a close everyone was giving him pitying looks, he nodded wisely and smiled at them. He sure as hell knew what was happening but it was better to play dumb.
Dumb.
'Dumb is a word I'd say describe everyone, daft is another. What they don't seem to notice is that I was always the special kid, the one to go far not the freak as my childhood nickname became quickly. Hell my life had hit rock bottom at age 5.'
Dennis was scared, really scared. He was alone in the world now; apart from the painful visions he was having frequently.
After the funeral he went to his grandparent's home to collect his belongings to move to his new home. Not his grandparent's home to live but he was going to an orphanage as they were declared unfit to care for him. Tears dripping freely down his little cheeks he collected his belongings in his little bag and carried them downstairs.
"Oh child stop crying" his grandma had remarked crying herself "Whatever is the matter?"
"I. m-miss m-mummy and. d-daddy" Dennis stuttered tissue in hand
"Oh come here" his Grandma pulled him into a hug "You can talk to mummy whenever you want, just ask Jesus"
"How does he know my mummy?"
"Ah he knows all child" she smiled at him, he gave her a weak grin back Later that day, waiting for the taxi to take him "home" Dennis was found sitting in front of a statue of Christ in a praying position
"Hello Jesus, I'd like to speak to my mummy please"
He glanced up, nothing
"I said I'd like to speak to my mummy, is she around?"
No answer, Dennis stood up. He knew his mummy and daddy would be busy being angels
"Look Jesus, I'm sorry your mummy died but you can't have mine!" Little Dennis screamed at the statue, tears in his eyes
No answer.
"She was meant to be here forever, make her come back Jesus! I promise I'll tidy my room" he glanced hopefully at the unresponsive Jesus.
No Answer.
Dennis ran from the room and hid in the bathroom, quietly cursing the world that made his mummy and daddy die.
This day Dennis became who he was and who he will stay forever.
'So at the orphanage I was hurt in so many ways it's hard to imagine, I was beaten by the Master, which sent me into seizures. I was picked on and bullied by the other boys, which again turned me into seizure man and I was tormented by a local ghost with an attitude! Great life for the boy that was gifted and talented and incredibly weird! I only hoped that my beautiful mum and my manly dad were looking down on me and laughing at my torment.
I don't think this is the life they would have picked for me.
Actually I know they would have picked a much better way of life for me if only they weren't killed by the bastard of a man that robbed them for a quick penny. Sometimes especially at the orphanage I would dream to hurting him for every second that I spent in Hell (it was fondly named that) then I would wake up and realise I had been strangling the life out of a pillow. '
James McGee was an evil man. Well by modern day standards anyway, he hurt the children entrusted in him and he enjoyed every minute of watching them stutter and stumble. Well until the creepy new kid arrived, tall and gangly for his age with a mop of unruly black hair and small mischievous eyes that were narrowed with suspicion. Rafkin, L Dennis the file had said, Dennis Lucius Rafkin was a trouble maker and he sure as hell wasn't going to make trouble here
He made sure of that.
Sending the Grandparents off with a cheerful wave and rounding on the innocent boy he got a surprise when the boy had rounded onto him
"Look, Mr McGee. I'm in pain, I've just lost my folks, cut me a little slack. I'm a bit weird, ok a big bit weird but if you lay one finger on me I swear I will make your life a living hell"
He was slapped twice for that speech and from then on four times a day he was hurt and every time he never cried
Not once.
Crying was weak, Dennis wasn't week.
Dennis was strong, he was a survivor.
A/n: Ok thanks for reading! If you even read this just give me a little tiny review just to boast my ego a little(. Give me some criticism so I know what I'm doing wrong and keep in mind I am British so the slang may be different
A/N: Thanks to all the nice people that review!! *sniffle* really motivated me to write a little more *cough* I'm aiming for a little longer this time ( by the way if anyone has any suggestions or anything for this please feel free to tell me! Sorry about the length of time, I had a serious disease called writers block! Now on with our feature presentation.
"Ok go"
'Fine, where was I? Oh yes parents have died boo hoo, I knew it would happen one day only I didn't expect it for at least a while. Hell, I didn't realise it would happen while I was still a kid but alas, it did. I sure as hell don't need any more pity.
'It was a cold and windy day the funeral was on. I hoped that it would be sunny but it just doesn't work like that, the rain began half way through the service and it continued to get worse after that. I was dressed in a little suit my grandma picked out, cute I was told. I couldn't understand why mummy and daddy had to go away and for a while I wanted to go with them. Grandma told me this wasn't a nice thing to do.'
"We are gathered here to remember." the priest began.
Close family and friends where gathered to remember Leslie and Chris, it was bad weather and it seemed as if the sky was crying out for them. As the priest continued with the funeral Dennis was standing beside his grandparents, his grandma Sarah was wiping her eyes and his grandpa Dean was supporting himself and his wife it seemed. Dennis didn't understand who were these people? And where is mummy? She promised she'd be back as soon as she went for a walk with daddy, to help him make chocolate chip cookies but that was a few days ago and Dennis couldn't understand. Or that's what everyone said, the truth of the matter was Dennis knew exactly what was happening, he knew his mummy wasn't going to make him cookies any more, he knew his daddy wasn't going to tell him everything would be better and he knew his parents wouldn't be back to hug him
He just knew.
As the rain started his grandpa lifted an umbrella and called Dennis over, he quickly hurried over and stood. Pale faced and shaking his grandma hugged him tight to her bosom while he tried to comfort her
"Hey gran, calm down. There, there. It's ok to cry, I was crying too"
This just made her cry louder. Surprisingly her contact did not make him sore nor did his contact make her hurt. They had psychically short circuited each other and damn it did they care?
No.
As the funeral came to a close everyone was giving him pitying looks, he nodded wisely and smiled at them. He sure as hell knew what was happening but it was better to play dumb.
Dumb.
'Dumb is a word I'd say describe everyone, daft is another. What they don't seem to notice is that I was always the special kid, the one to go far not the freak as my childhood nickname became quickly. Hell my life had hit rock bottom at age 5.'
Dennis was scared, really scared. He was alone in the world now; apart from the painful visions he was having frequently.
After the funeral he went to his grandparent's home to collect his belongings to move to his new home. Not his grandparent's home to live but he was going to an orphanage as they were declared unfit to care for him. Tears dripping freely down his little cheeks he collected his belongings in his little bag and carried them downstairs.
"Oh child stop crying" his grandma had remarked crying herself "Whatever is the matter?"
"I. m-miss m-mummy and. d-daddy" Dennis stuttered tissue in hand
"Oh come here" his Grandma pulled him into a hug "You can talk to mummy whenever you want, just ask Jesus"
"How does he know my mummy?"
"Ah he knows all child" she smiled at him, he gave her a weak grin back Later that day, waiting for the taxi to take him "home" Dennis was found sitting in front of a statue of Christ in a praying position
"Hello Jesus, I'd like to speak to my mummy please"
He glanced up, nothing
"I said I'd like to speak to my mummy, is she around?"
No answer, Dennis stood up. He knew his mummy and daddy would be busy being angels
"Look Jesus, I'm sorry your mummy died but you can't have mine!" Little Dennis screamed at the statue, tears in his eyes
No answer.
"She was meant to be here forever, make her come back Jesus! I promise I'll tidy my room" he glanced hopefully at the unresponsive Jesus.
No Answer.
Dennis ran from the room and hid in the bathroom, quietly cursing the world that made his mummy and daddy die.
This day Dennis became who he was and who he will stay forever.
'So at the orphanage I was hurt in so many ways it's hard to imagine, I was beaten by the Master, which sent me into seizures. I was picked on and bullied by the other boys, which again turned me into seizure man and I was tormented by a local ghost with an attitude! Great life for the boy that was gifted and talented and incredibly weird! I only hoped that my beautiful mum and my manly dad were looking down on me and laughing at my torment.
I don't think this is the life they would have picked for me.
Actually I know they would have picked a much better way of life for me if only they weren't killed by the bastard of a man that robbed them for a quick penny. Sometimes especially at the orphanage I would dream to hurting him for every second that I spent in Hell (it was fondly named that) then I would wake up and realise I had been strangling the life out of a pillow. '
James McGee was an evil man. Well by modern day standards anyway, he hurt the children entrusted in him and he enjoyed every minute of watching them stutter and stumble. Well until the creepy new kid arrived, tall and gangly for his age with a mop of unruly black hair and small mischievous eyes that were narrowed with suspicion. Rafkin, L Dennis the file had said, Dennis Lucius Rafkin was a trouble maker and he sure as hell wasn't going to make trouble here
He made sure of that.
Sending the Grandparents off with a cheerful wave and rounding on the innocent boy he got a surprise when the boy had rounded onto him
"Look, Mr McGee. I'm in pain, I've just lost my folks, cut me a little slack. I'm a bit weird, ok a big bit weird but if you lay one finger on me I swear I will make your life a living hell"
He was slapped twice for that speech and from then on four times a day he was hurt and every time he never cried
Not once.
Crying was weak, Dennis wasn't week.
Dennis was strong, he was a survivor.
A/n: Ok thanks for reading! If you even read this just give me a little tiny review just to boast my ego a little(. Give me some criticism so I know what I'm doing wrong and keep in mind I am British so the slang may be different