I've lost track of how long it's been now. I think it's been a day or two.
Mush left me twice to go to sleep. He didn't want to, he fought with Jack.
But he then gave in and went to bed.
I went to sleep myself a few times. I mean I'm already kind of asleep, but I mean I had dreams and stuff.
I dreamt that I never did wake up. That I was ten years later and I still lay on the bed, half dead. Mush left me after the first year I didn't wake up. He didn't want to wait any longer for me to wake up. He then came back the nine years later, and he was with Ten Pin. It was a very odd dream.
I heard all of the other newsies waking up and getting ready for work. I heard Itey over all who was yelling at everyone, and asking who stole his hat. It was Snitch and Skittery. I don't know if anyone but me knew that. But I heard them yesterday talk to each other about hiding the hat. They thought it would be funny or something. Which it was.
I was getting used to not being able to do anything but think to myself. I hoped it wouldn't last too much longer, but I didn't mind it as much anymore. I've also learned to talk to myself. I find that I can be good company. You probably think I'm nuts, but it's true.
Mush walked over to my bed just now. He grabbed onto my hand. He laughed to his self and started to talk to me, "I hope you wake up. You better wake up or I'll soak ya." His lips met mine and he kissed softly.
I loved having Mush talk to me. He didn't know I could hear him, but he still talked to me. He tells each night; well the two nights I was like this, he loved me. And I couldn't even tell him I loved him too. He sat with me every day, he always says to Jack, "If I leave him he will get lonely." Jack just laughed. I guess he didn't know I could hear them either.
It seemed someone was always in the room during the day, whether it was someone who didn't have the money to sell that day. Or if it was someone who was sick; however, Mush always seemed to hurry through selling his papers to get back to me. I guess he only sold enough for him to eat, which really bothered me.
As I said before I love having him with me, and talking to me. But I would rather he be able to eat enough and take care of himself. If he didn't sell enough he wouldn't be able to eat enough. I couldn't tell him this or I would.
Mush always gets sick if he doesn't eat enough. Often if he doesn't have enough money for all the food he needs I would give him some of mine. I could go without a meal and be fine, but if he went without a meal he could end up in bed for a few days...
* * *
"Mush, you gotta eat." I told him, he hadn't touched any of his food.
"No, I'm not hungry." He answered.
"Of course you are!" My voice rose a little, "Mush, please eat. I don't want what happened to you last week to happen again."
"It won't Blink." He said, grabbing my hand, "It won't"
I shook my head, "You don't know that. Mush, you scared us all half to death last week."
"I didn't mean too..."
"I know you didn't, but you did. And please, Mush, eat something."
He let go of my hand and grabbed his knife and fork. Gripping them in his hands he began to cut his small piece of meat.
I smiled as he began to eat. I then turned to my plate and began to eat myself.
* * *
My flash back stopped as I heard Race approach Mush, "Think he'll wake up soon?"
Mush laughed, "I'm starting to think he is awake. He just can't wake up."
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I was going to update yesterday but I was to hyper to write something like this. I think this chapter could have been better but, hey, who really cares.
I went to sleep myself a few times. I mean I'm already kind of asleep, but I mean I had dreams and stuff.
I dreamt that I never did wake up. That I was ten years later and I still lay on the bed, half dead. Mush left me after the first year I didn't wake up. He didn't want to wait any longer for me to wake up. He then came back the nine years later, and he was with Ten Pin. It was a very odd dream.
I heard all of the other newsies waking up and getting ready for work. I heard Itey over all who was yelling at everyone, and asking who stole his hat. It was Snitch and Skittery. I don't know if anyone but me knew that. But I heard them yesterday talk to each other about hiding the hat. They thought it would be funny or something. Which it was.
I was getting used to not being able to do anything but think to myself. I hoped it wouldn't last too much longer, but I didn't mind it as much anymore. I've also learned to talk to myself. I find that I can be good company. You probably think I'm nuts, but it's true.
Mush walked over to my bed just now. He grabbed onto my hand. He laughed to his self and started to talk to me, "I hope you wake up. You better wake up or I'll soak ya." His lips met mine and he kissed softly.
I loved having Mush talk to me. He didn't know I could hear him, but he still talked to me. He tells each night; well the two nights I was like this, he loved me. And I couldn't even tell him I loved him too. He sat with me every day, he always says to Jack, "If I leave him he will get lonely." Jack just laughed. I guess he didn't know I could hear them either.
It seemed someone was always in the room during the day, whether it was someone who didn't have the money to sell that day. Or if it was someone who was sick; however, Mush always seemed to hurry through selling his papers to get back to me. I guess he only sold enough for him to eat, which really bothered me.
As I said before I love having him with me, and talking to me. But I would rather he be able to eat enough and take care of himself. If he didn't sell enough he wouldn't be able to eat enough. I couldn't tell him this or I would.
Mush always gets sick if he doesn't eat enough. Often if he doesn't have enough money for all the food he needs I would give him some of mine. I could go without a meal and be fine, but if he went without a meal he could end up in bed for a few days...
* * *
"Mush, you gotta eat." I told him, he hadn't touched any of his food.
"No, I'm not hungry." He answered.
"Of course you are!" My voice rose a little, "Mush, please eat. I don't want what happened to you last week to happen again."
"It won't Blink." He said, grabbing my hand, "It won't"
I shook my head, "You don't know that. Mush, you scared us all half to death last week."
"I didn't mean too..."
"I know you didn't, but you did. And please, Mush, eat something."
He let go of my hand and grabbed his knife and fork. Gripping them in his hands he began to cut his small piece of meat.
I smiled as he began to eat. I then turned to my plate and began to eat myself.
* * *
My flash back stopped as I heard Race approach Mush, "Think he'll wake up soon?"
Mush laughed, "I'm starting to think he is awake. He just can't wake up."
* * *
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I was going to update yesterday but I was to hyper to write something like this. I think this chapter could have been better but, hey, who really cares.