Author's Notes: Well, uh…this is Chapter 6
redrum: ...sorry if I was a little 'too' descriptive in the last chapter, but there aren't many ways to describe pissing…heehe… And yes, Dr. Kramer will be in later chapters also, because actually you have to be examined everyday…like, daily "check-ups". Well here's Chapter 6, I promise there's no pissing in this one… ^^
Shade1: Hey Kelley!!! Look it's chapter 6...heehe & I miss ya! Email me!! Oh, and I am still gonna add you to AIM…talk to you later kid!
Well thank you all for reading this piece o' crap. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review…
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Chapter 6
*Flashback*
"Hurry Squall, you're gonna be late for school!"
"Okay dad, in a minute!" The eleven-year-old boy yelled. Today was his first day sixth grade. He wanted to be perfect. His other years at school had been so terrible. The kids at school had always made fun of his small size, but he was determined to make this day count.
"Squall." His dad called again. "What are you doing?" The boy ran his small fingers through his auburn hair and twirled once more in the mirror. He smiled zealously as he stood before the mirror. Small hands grabbed the red book bag from off the bed and the boy ran out of the room. "What were you doing, Squall?" the boy's dad smiled. "C'mon we better go before you're late." He gave his son a brown paper bag and they headed out of the door.
"Where's mommy, dad?" The boy stared into his father's eyes.
"She had to work late, son." The man lied. His wife left a note the night before stating that she would not be returning, she complained that she couldn't take the life she was living anymore and that she needed to find her place in life and she'd return once she had. Little did his son know, his dad was keeping the secret from his until a later time. He feared that his son wouldn't be able to handle such burdens. "Go get into the car, Squall." his dad told him.
Once in the car, the younger boy put his seatbelt around his small body and stared out of the window. The leaves were already falling from the trees. Colors of brown, red and yellow leaves filled the pavement, it was a beautiful day. The radiant colors of Fall set his heart at peace as he watched as his father locked the house door and walked to the car. He opened the door and sat inside. Squall loved the sound of the leather against his dad as he folded his form into the car. He never really knew why, but he always anticipated the times when his father would take him on long rides. His father started the black Honda and pulled from the driveway.
*End Flashback*
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"A lot has happened since your last visit, Squall." The man pushed his glasses up his nose. "How are you feeling?"
I stared at the man before me with hateful eyes. Oh, well I'm stuck in a fucking crazy house, I was visited by Satan himself, and there's some crazy psychopath that seems vaguely familiar to me, How do you think I'm feeling? "I'm fine."
He nods. "What did you and your mother talk about?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and looked at him.
"She's having a baby." I answered.
"Well what do you think about that?" he asks. I looked at him before answering.
"I could care less…." I mumbled.
"And could you tell me why you feel that way."
"I don't know. I just don't care."
"Squall, this kind of attitude isn't healthy." he adjusted his glasses on his face. "Well, Let me ask you this…" he pauses. "What is one good thing that could come from your mother having another child?"
"I don't know." So many possible scenarios ran through my head. "It will give her someone new to run out on."
"Squall." My psycho-doctor looks at me. He jots a couple of things onto his tablet in front of him. I slouch against the back of the sofa. "Try to think a little harder about this, Squall."
I really didn't want to talk about this. There was absolutely nothing I could think of that could possibly be good about this. I actually feel sorry for the kid. The poor thing is going to have it worse than I did. Who would want a bitch like that anyways? I guess she enjoys making people feel like shit. Oh, so I guess that's where I got it. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." I said staring at the ceiling. From the corner of my eye I saw him pulling out his pen again and writing something else.
"That's all the time we have today, Squall." he says as he arises from his seat. I get up also sliding my feet into my open-toed slippers.
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*Flashback*
"You want me to come in with you?" The older man looked worriedly at his son that sit beside him in the car, remembering his own first days of school.
"I'm not a kid anymore, dad." The boy smiled. "I don't need you to come in with me."
"You sure?" The man asked again embracing the boy's face with his hand.
"Dad…" The boy complained. "I'll be okay."
"I love you, son." the boy's father said dearly.
"Love you too, dad." The boy smiled before hopping out of the car.
They shared one more smile with each other before the boy closed the door and headed into the brownstone.
His father wished he knew how to break the news that his mother wasn't returning to his son. He'd been such a happy boy; surely the news would tear his son's heart.
*End Flashback*
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"Hush little baby, don't say a word, I'm gonna buy you a mockingbird." the chilling baritone voice sung as I headed down the hallway. My eyes panned into the nearly empty room. Just as slowly as I walked pass, I noticed a blond figure sitting Indian styled in the bed. He was holding what seemed to be a small stuffed animal. Why was he singing to a doll?
He lifted his face and a smile appeared on his face as I stood there. Something told me to keep walking but it seemed as if I was paralyzed there. He nodded at me as if he was telling me to come inside. I took a step closer into the door and watched his eyes. I placed another foot in front and stepped closer. He pushed over slowly in his bed making room for me. Hyne, Squall. What the hell are you thinking? Turn around…run away…don't go in. Before I knew it, I was inches away from the bed. He moved over a bit more and I took a seat onside of him.
He handed me the little stuffed animal. It was an old teddy bear. I took the rag into my hands and watched his eyes as he looked at the doll while I stroked its ears. I know I remember him from somewhere, I just can't remember. He looked so peaceful as he looked at the animal. As I looked closely at him I noticed a long scar that ran across the bridge of his nose. I wanted to reach out to touch it. I wanted to touch him.
*Flashback*
The boy's day was nothing like he'd expected. Already he was the center off the children's torment. Things like "Girl" and "Sissy" filled his ears as the classroom bully tortured him. His lunch was taken and the bully had hit him several times. It was wondered how kids knew of such things at that age.
"Hey sissy!" the bully jeered. "Did your mommy cut your hair?" The little auburn haired boy tried his best to ignore the boy's taunts. "I'm talking to you FAG." The words stung Squall like a bee. His body was forced against the wall of the hallway. The bigger boy stood in front of the scared boy, gripping his shirt.
"Leave him alone, Jake." the voice came, not strong, but demanding. The red haired bully let go of the small boy and turned his head to face a blond haired boy. He was pretty big for a six grader, but him and Jake were about he same size.
"What are you going to do if I don't?" the bully smiled. "Is he your little girlfriend?"
"I said leave him alone, Jake." This time it was firmer. The blond boy stepped closer to the red haired bully, a menacing glare on his face.
"No seriously, what are you gonna do if I don't leave him alone." the bully asked the blond boy. "I really wanna know, unless you want me to pound it out of you."
"Get away, kid." the blonde boy told Squall. The small boy couldn't move. He wasn't going to let the boy who saved his life get killed by the big bully. He did look pretty tough. 'Please' the little boy thought 'Don't get yourself hurt'
"You wanna save your princess, huh?" the red haired boy laughed. He turned and walked back over to the terrified boy. "Do you suck your daddy's dic--" He was pushed against the wall. The blond boy had run up from behind and shoved him. "Oh. So you're tough now, huh?" the boy stared.
"Stop staring at me, Jake." the blond boy warned.
"Oh wow, lookie here, you paranoid bitch. You don't like it when people stare at you?" the boy teased.
"I said stop staring at me!" the boy yelled again.
"..and what if I don't." The blond boy punched him in his face "…You've done it now fag." the boy licked the side of his lip. He jumped up from the ground and shoved the blond boy. A quick jab was given to the boy's face. Squall couldn't move. He didn't know what to do. Children began to crowd around the encouraging the fight. Squall's little fingers clutched into fist as he stared at the brawl. Moments later it was over the blonde boy lie bleeding on the cold floor. The red haired boy stood up from the boy and wiped the blood from his nose.
"What is going on here!?!" a teacher stepped from her classroom. "Oh my Lord." The young woman rushed to the blond boy's side and ran her hands through his hair. "Go and call the nurse!" she commanded one of the student. The little girl ran down the hallway following the teacher's orders. The auburn haired boy just stood against the wall looking at the nearly lifeless blond. Quickly a middle-aged woman ran down the hallway. Squall figure she was the nurse. She turned the boy onto his back and used a finger to lift his eyelids. Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
"We have to get this boy to a hospital quick."
*End Flashback*
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"What are you doing in here?" a man stood at the door. I threw the doll down and stood up from the bed. I looked back at the boy. His eyes telling me that he didn't want me to leave just yet. "C'mon, where are you supposed to be?"
I gave the boy an apologetic nod and walked from the room. I was escorted back to my room by the man.
"I don't wanna have to do this again…" the man said. I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed. Julia's bed was empty, the sheets folded up neatly. "Do you need anything?" the man asked. I gave him an annoyed glance and reclined against the mattress of my bed. He sighed loudly and walked from my room.
Hyne, Where did I know this boy from? It would answer so many of my questions about him. I wanted to know more. I needed to see him again. Something about him….Besides the fact that he could at anytime just have another one of his moments and rip my head off in the process, I needed to know more. I didn't quite know how. Just the day before I was nearly attacked by him and today I sat in his room. I moved to lie on my back. I stared at the ceiling and thought of a way to see him again. If it meant I had to die in the process, I had to.
(to be continued)
a/n: There ya have it folks. Chapter 6, wasn't that fun?? No, well…fine I guess I'll go die now. So, Hopefully you guys hopefully know how Squall "somehow" remembers Seifer. But be warned that Squall still doesn't know. Chapter 7 will be out soon, I promise. I hope you guys liked this one. Constructive Criticism is taken seriously. This is for you, so make sure you tell me what I'm fucking up and how I could make it better, I don't have a beta reader yet, and If n e one is interested, let me know…mmkay? Don't forget to review!!!