Shopping for the little girl was a little harder than he presumed. He
didn't know what color she would want or her personallity so he didn't know
what she would like. He did the only thing he presumed would work for the
both of them. He got all of her clothes to be black. Black shirts. Black
overalls. Black socks. Black tennis shoes. He looked at the underwear
and thought,'Would it be right to get a seven year old black underwear. He
found white underwear instead. He grabbed it off the shelf and put it in
the matal buggie. Then he heard a voice that made his heart leap into his
throat. "Yes, I'm looking for something a little formal; like for a.....funeral."
"Right this way mam." a clerk said. There she was.Dylan.' he thought. He grabbed his buggie and spun it away as
fast as he could. He had just gotten so nervous around her. He wasn't ready for her to see him. Not yet. He avoided her by going to the back of the store and paying for his items. He put his items in the car and shoved the buggie out of the way. He drove off as fast as he could. He wanted no
chance of her seeing him.
When he got home and unlocked all of the lockes with his keys, he heard
nothing.
'Where's the girl?' he thought silently to himself. He ventured over to her room and found her sleeping on the bed. The AC was on and he couldn't help but to notice that she looked a little cold. He put
the stuff down and covered her up a little more a looked down upon her sleeping form. She just looked so tired. He strided over to the bags and unloaded all of her stuff into the drawers and closets. All in all, he had gotten her 8 shirts, all black, 8 overalls, all black, 2 bags of socks, all black of course, and 2 pairs of shoes, big surprise, black. Don't forget
the underwear. He put the last pair of shoes in the closet and decided that he would take a quick nap. He hadn't had one in so long and he really needed the rest,
after the whole heartattack in walmart fascade. He walked over to his bed and laid down. As soon as his head hit the pillow
he fell asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought. Caroline awoke to the sound of plastic bags rustling. She was awake, but decided against moving. About 10 minutes after he left, she got up to see what he had bought her. She opened the top drawer and found black shirts.
Next, black socks, then white underwear. 'Hm, why the sudden change of
color?' She walked out of the room and into the hallway. she looked inside of an open doorway to find him sleeping. She walked up to his sleeping form and
just starred. She felt so small compared to him. Even while he was sleeping. She wondered and put her hand on his forhead. He felt a little
cold. 'It's damn cold in this house.' she shivered. Her hand still on his head. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he grabbed her wrist and squeezed tight
and painful. She whimpered and tried to pull away but couldn't. Then he noticed her. He looked at his hand and then hers. The color was draining from her hand. She whimpred again and he quickly let go. He looked at her in disbelief and surprise as he sat up. She looked at the expression on his
face.
"It's okay." she said and walked to the door clutching her wrist. "It's
okay."
throat. "Yes, I'm looking for something a little formal; like for a.....funeral."
"Right this way mam." a clerk said. There she was.Dylan.' he thought. He grabbed his buggie and spun it away as
fast as he could. He had just gotten so nervous around her. He wasn't ready for her to see him. Not yet. He avoided her by going to the back of the store and paying for his items. He put his items in the car and shoved the buggie out of the way. He drove off as fast as he could. He wanted no
chance of her seeing him.
When he got home and unlocked all of the lockes with his keys, he heard
nothing.
'Where's the girl?' he thought silently to himself. He ventured over to her room and found her sleeping on the bed. The AC was on and he couldn't help but to notice that she looked a little cold. He put
the stuff down and covered her up a little more a looked down upon her sleeping form. She just looked so tired. He strided over to the bags and unloaded all of her stuff into the drawers and closets. All in all, he had gotten her 8 shirts, all black, 8 overalls, all black, 2 bags of socks, all black of course, and 2 pairs of shoes, big surprise, black. Don't forget
the underwear. He put the last pair of shoes in the closet and decided that he would take a quick nap. He hadn't had one in so long and he really needed the rest,
after the whole heartattack in walmart fascade. He walked over to his bed and laid down. As soon as his head hit the pillow
he fell asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought. Caroline awoke to the sound of plastic bags rustling. She was awake, but decided against moving. About 10 minutes after he left, she got up to see what he had bought her. She opened the top drawer and found black shirts.
Next, black socks, then white underwear. 'Hm, why the sudden change of
color?' She walked out of the room and into the hallway. she looked inside of an open doorway to find him sleeping. She walked up to his sleeping form and
just starred. She felt so small compared to him. Even while he was sleeping. She wondered and put her hand on his forhead. He felt a little
cold. 'It's damn cold in this house.' she shivered. Her hand still on his head. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he grabbed her wrist and squeezed tight
and painful. She whimpered and tried to pull away but couldn't. Then he noticed her. He looked at his hand and then hers. The color was draining from her hand. She whimpred again and he quickly let go. He looked at her in disbelief and surprise as he sat up. She looked at the expression on his
face.
"It's okay." she said and walked to the door clutching her wrist. "It's
okay."