Chapter two:
Broken beer bottles? When did they get there?
The whole living room was filled with broken beer bottles. Squid tried to walk in, but there was no space to walk. It was dead silent.
"THERE YOU ARE!" screamed a horrible voice, and Squid jumped, turning around. It was his mother, picking up a beer bottle.
"Where have you been?" she demanded.
"I...I can't remember." Squid stuttered.
"A likely story. How dare you leave me here alone! You horrible, evil person, you!" she said, and she threw one of the bottles at him. He ducked, and it missed him.
"Mom, what are you talking about?" he said worriedly.
"You got this from you're father, I presume?" she said, not answering his question, reaching for a nother bottle.
"MOM DON'T-"
Squid sat up. It took a minute for him to realize where he was. No beer cans. Good.
He was sweating, and breathing hard. His heart was hammering. He looked at the other boys, still fast asleep. Then he leaned back on his pillow, still breathing hard.
*
He tried not to fall back asleep, but his eyes hurt so bad and he was so tired, he couldn't help it. His eyes must have hurt because he had been crying again.
His nap didn't last long. He suddenly woke up up later on, but he didn't know why. He didn't remember any more dreams.
After that he just layed on his back, staring at the tent ceiling. that first he thought he wasn;t thinking at all, but then he found himself replaying his dream again. He had never had one that that before. He didn't want one iether.
He didn't want to admit it, but that dream had scared him.
Armpit was snoring, as usual. Squid looked at the new kid. He was squirming around in his bed. Squid started to worry again. What if he heard him crying? No. Of course he didn't. He would have said something to him.
Right?
*
Squid found himself starting to get tired again, but he was so scared he would have that dream again that he had to stay awake. He would doze off occasionly without even realizing it. But no other dreams came that night.
*
Squid often felt ashamed of being scared of his dreams. Of crying in his sleep. Of even missing his parents. He was a tough kid. He could handle these things. Or at least he SHOULD.
Why did it have to be HIM? Why couldn't his parents be someone else's parents? If it wasn't for his parents, he wouldn't be here right now. He wouldn't be sleeping in this bed. He wouldn't have had that dream. He wouldn't have been crying in his sleep. Everyone would be perfect.
But hge knew that wasn't true. He knew it wasn't fair for the other child to have his parents instead. Why did some parents be this way? Why couldn't all parents all be nice? Why did his dad have to leave? why did his mom have to become an alchoholic? Would he end up that way, too?
These questions spun around and around in his head almost every night. Each night they were left unanswered.
If only if only...
A small tear rolled down his cheek, but he didn't even realize it as he slowly fell back alseep.
Broken beer bottles? When did they get there?
The whole living room was filled with broken beer bottles. Squid tried to walk in, but there was no space to walk. It was dead silent.
"THERE YOU ARE!" screamed a horrible voice, and Squid jumped, turning around. It was his mother, picking up a beer bottle.
"Where have you been?" she demanded.
"I...I can't remember." Squid stuttered.
"A likely story. How dare you leave me here alone! You horrible, evil person, you!" she said, and she threw one of the bottles at him. He ducked, and it missed him.
"Mom, what are you talking about?" he said worriedly.
"You got this from you're father, I presume?" she said, not answering his question, reaching for a nother bottle.
"MOM DON'T-"
Squid sat up. It took a minute for him to realize where he was. No beer cans. Good.
He was sweating, and breathing hard. His heart was hammering. He looked at the other boys, still fast asleep. Then he leaned back on his pillow, still breathing hard.
*
He tried not to fall back asleep, but his eyes hurt so bad and he was so tired, he couldn't help it. His eyes must have hurt because he had been crying again.
His nap didn't last long. He suddenly woke up up later on, but he didn't know why. He didn't remember any more dreams.
After that he just layed on his back, staring at the tent ceiling. that first he thought he wasn;t thinking at all, but then he found himself replaying his dream again. He had never had one that that before. He didn't want one iether.
He didn't want to admit it, but that dream had scared him.
Armpit was snoring, as usual. Squid looked at the new kid. He was squirming around in his bed. Squid started to worry again. What if he heard him crying? No. Of course he didn't. He would have said something to him.
Right?
*
Squid found himself starting to get tired again, but he was so scared he would have that dream again that he had to stay awake. He would doze off occasionly without even realizing it. But no other dreams came that night.
*
Squid often felt ashamed of being scared of his dreams. Of crying in his sleep. Of even missing his parents. He was a tough kid. He could handle these things. Or at least he SHOULD.
Why did it have to be HIM? Why couldn't his parents be someone else's parents? If it wasn't for his parents, he wouldn't be here right now. He wouldn't be sleeping in this bed. He wouldn't have had that dream. He wouldn't have been crying in his sleep. Everyone would be perfect.
But hge knew that wasn't true. He knew it wasn't fair for the other child to have his parents instead. Why did some parents be this way? Why couldn't all parents all be nice? Why did his dad have to leave? why did his mom have to become an alchoholic? Would he end up that way, too?
These questions spun around and around in his head almost every night. Each night they were left unanswered.
If only if only...
A small tear rolled down his cheek, but he didn't even realize it as he slowly fell back alseep.