Rewind
By, DaCow Takao
A boy, about the age of seven, sat in his room. He has two toned hair, the top of it is dark blue, but the ends are light blue. He hated waiting for his hair to just go totally dark blue. He usually wore his hat, to cover up his dark blue hair. He loves his hat, he remembered the day his brother gave it to him, it wasn't to long ago.
He was dressed in all black, other then his white shirt and his hat. The boy quickly rubbed his tear streaked face. He knew it was his entire fault, why hadn't anyone stopped him? Didn't his older brother see him? He should have stopped him.
'Tyson, why'd you do that? How could you, you murderer!'
Tyson shook his head, he knew he hadn't meant to do it, his brother was just taking his anger out on him by saying those mean things. If he would have known what would have happened. He wouldn't have done it. He wished others would understand that.
'I'm sorry mom; I didn't mean to do it.'
Tyson didn't know he was only seven. He didn't know what too much messing around could do. He never knew it could cause some one to die. All he had done was played around too much, and distracted his mother from driving. He wasn't doing it purposely.
It's to bad Hiro, or his dad, didn't understand that. They both seemed to hate him for it. He wished he could rewind and done everything differently. But he couldn't, and now every one hated him, and thought he should be the one in the cemetery, not his mother.
Tyson looked up, he hadn't realized it, but Hiro was standing at his doorway. He seemed angry and sad at the same time. Neither of them said anything to each other, they just stared at each other.
"Broth-"
"Don't talk to me, you killer!"
Tyson turned; new tears now streaked his face. He had been so happy just a couple days ago; it was amazing how fast things changed. He hid underneath the blankets on his bed, he wondered what it would take to forget everything, and start over again.
Tyson got up, his vision blurred with tears. He went to rub his eyes, as he did, he tripped over his shoes that where lying on the ground. The next thing he heard where loud sirens, and some one speaking to him. It almost sounded like his brother, but no, it couldn't be, his brother hated him.
'Tyson, you're finally awake!"
The boy blinked a couple of times," What's my name?" he asked with a smile, Hiro looked confused at his brother's question. A nurse then walked in, Hiro turned to her," What's wrong with my brother?"
"Your name's Tyson, you don't remember because you fell in your room and hit your head, the hit caused a concussion, and now it made you forget everything." The nurse tried to explain.
"Does he remember anything about his passed?" Hiro asked, tears filling his eyes, he quickly wiped them away though. The nurse sighed, she shook her head slowly," I'm afraid I'll he remembers is something called Beybladeing." She said.
Hiro looked over at Tyson, who was smiling and talking to other kids in the room. He then turned back to the nurse," Are you sure that's all he remembers?" he asked. The nurse nodded her head grimly. Hiro sighed, he then managed a smile.
At least he's all right. Mom would never forgive me if anything happened to him. At least I can still teach him how to Blade, maybe he'll slowly regain his memory. Or maybe it would be best if he didn't. I don't think I'll tell him about it, ever.
Tyson looked over to Hiro," Are you ok?" he asked. Hiro turned to him," Oh, yeah Tyson, I'm ok." He said. Tyson looked confused for a moment, then smiled," Ok."