FLASH BACKS.

THOUGHTS DURING FLASHBACKS

NORMALLY.

DONT OWN IT. HAVE FUN NOW.

A young boy maybe no older then six or seven, rested against an old weeping willow tree. His dark eyes solely focused on the small pond that lay a few feet in front of him. The young lad tilts his head back slightly, so it fully resting on the tree and releases a blissful sigh as the warmth of the sun bathes him in its glories rays.

It's a rare day for Alkillen. The sun is out in all its splendor, the snow that has attached it self to the planets exterior, is dissolving under the uncommon heat. The little boy hand floats to the grass and rest his hand on the surface.

Touching the short, soggy, dark green substation is a rare experience for any youth of Alkillen. If he remembered correctly this is the second time his hand rested on it.

Closing his eye contently, He simple sits there, soaking in the heat. After a few minutes a shadow creeps up and disturbs the boy's unusual peace. The young boy cracks an eye open.

Standing in front of him is a small girl, average in weight. Her long, rich, healthy brown hair flows free, brushing across her face every time the wind blows. Her eyes are a coffee colure. The boy could almost feel the mischief hidden under those orbs.

The boy glares at her and snaps. "What do you want?" the tiny girl smirks.

"You know" She begins. "I can have you arrested."

The young boy scoffs. "Oh, really?" He ask, changeling her to prove him wrong. "On what grounds? As far as I can see, I haven't done any thing wrong."

"Trespassing on privet property." The girl clearly stats.

The young boy jerks up, like he had sat on something sharp. He then began to stutter. "I- sor- I didn't…I'm sorry…I didn't know." He looks down. His head snaps up when he hears a muffle giggle. "What's so funny?" he barks.

The little girl looks at him, her eyes watering with joy. "You" she says pointing a finger at him, withes juggles up and down as she carries on trying to prevent her laughter.

The young boys fist clench, visibly anger at being made a fool of. "Don't worry." She says waving a hand to dismiss him. "This is the land outside my place, so don't fret." The tiny girl burst out laughing. The young boy crosses his arms and pouts.

The young girl finishes laughing, and then offers him her hand. "I'm Isabella. You are?" the boy drops his hands but does not return the gesture.

"Sinedd." He mutters. The little girl let's her hand fall to her side.

"So, Sinedd. Do you want to play a game?" once again the little boy crosses his arms.

"Why should I play with you for?" he ask, clearly not over her little prank.

"'cause it be fun." A smirk creeps up again. "Come on, you can't tell me you got any thing better to do?" Sinedd shifts his weight.

"What is it you want to do?" he inquires. She gives a shrug.

"Just a harmless game of tag, or maybe hide and seek." The young boy looks at her puzzle.

"Tag…?" the word rolls of his tongue as if it had never been uttered in his presence.

The young girl nods, grinning.

"Yeah, tag…Haven't you ever played it before?" Sinedd gradually shakes his head.

Isabella's eyes were slightly wide at her discovery.

"How do you play tag?"

"Well, someone is 'it' and they have to catch the other player." She explained. "It's better with more players, so do you want to play hide and seek? Do you know how to play it?"

He nods, he had never played hide and seek before but he had seen some child at the orphanage play it on a rainy day, A.K.A every other day, maybe more. Isabella smile broadens. "Do you want to hide first? Or shell I?"

"You can hide first."

"Okay, turn around and count to twenty." The young boy does this; he rests his eyes on his arms and leans against the tree then begins counting.

"1…2…3" he hears her move to the left and made a mental note to look that way. "18…19…20!" he swiftly turns and shouts out the common phrase he heard many times before, but never once uttered. "Here I come, ready or not." he started to seek her out.

As he searched he couldn't shake the dread that had preached its self in his stomach. He was worried that she may have ditched him for some reason or another. If it's happed before, it could happen again, he thought.

After he passed a bush, a giggle erupted from it. At first Sinedd was alarmed by this, but then common senses took over and relieved the fright. A smirk styles his lips. "I wonder were she could be?" he said out loud. "I found you!" he declared, looking behind a tree, which he knew she was not behind.

Turning from the tree he asks. "Well, she not there, then were is she?" another giggle is heard and Sinedd smile grows. He strode over to the bush and crosses his arms. "Isabella, is that you? Nah, most likely just a rat." At this the girl jerks up and glares at him, it is quickly replaced with a blush, when she realized she had given her self away.

Sinedd just smirks and it grew when she stuck her tongue out at him. He released a small chuckle.

"Sinedd, get up. Sinedd, are you up?" a small groan escapes me as I roll over and my eyes flutter open.

"Yes, I'm up." I mumble back.

"Well, hurry up and be at the lockers in fifteen minutes. The match with the snow kids is starting." Artagor says then walks off.

Another groan leaves my mouth. I'm too tired for this. But never the less I get up and put the first thing I see on; after all I'm not going to the lookers in a baggie pear of trousers.

"So, glad you could join us Sinedd." Artagor says as I drag my self in. I give him a simple grunt and force my self to go get changed.

While I do this he gave a not so little speech that I only caught part of, as my mind was else were. Why am I doing all this? Why did I ask her out and what was that sudden urge to kiss her?

"Sinedd?!" my head snaps up to meet his glasses. He raises and eyebrow at me "Is there something you wish to tell me?"

I shack my head 'no' he doesn't seem to buy it but leaves me all the same.

"Sinned, were are you?" Isabella asks. She wearing a white dress that stops at her knees, she also has a pair of black trainers on.

"Over here." Comes Sinedds reply, as she reached him he raises up from his sitting position. Isabella gasps when she sees a big purple bruise on his cheek.

"What happen?" she ask, concern replacing that normally mischievous tone she has.

He gives a small surge. "I just got in a fight with this kid." His voice was slight shaken. For the first time he notices a football grasped tightly in her tiny arm. "What's that?"

She smiles and holds the ball up. "I'm going to teach you about GF"

I tackle D'jok, surprisingly not using that move I'm infamous for. My teammate grabs the ball and sprits off. I follow his lead and run in the same direction.

I feel a sharp pain hit my lung, much like I had been stab, this causes me to stop. I grab my side and intake a breath as it strikes again.

"Sinedd what the matter?" Artagor asks.

"Nothing, I'm fine." My words come out wheezy, as if I was not breathing. Once again I presume after the ball as my teammate losses it to Rocket.

The match seems to go on for ever and I am grateful when it is half time.

I fall on the bench with a sigh. I close my eyes and try to relax. "Sinedd." I jump and my eyes fling open to show Artagor. "Are you sure you can go on?" I roll my eyes at him even though I know I can't.

"Stop worrying, you're not my mom. I'm fine." I stand up and being to walk to me teammate. After two steps he says.

"No. Sinedd I am not your mother. But I am worried about you." I sigh.

"Well, don't really, I am fine." I stress the last tree words.

They were at that three, the one were the meet. The one were he asked her out and the one were they kissed.

Sinedd rested his head on the small girl a rare smile on his lips. Ever since her had meet her that radiant day his life had never been the same, it was so much…better. His days were improving night after night. She was showing him all these new things, like tag and GF and…and shrimp, it was now his top food.

She had even invited him to a Zoo, she had giggled at his face when he seen the apes, and the joke he made about the animal and her dad. That had sent her in to a laughing frenzy.

His smile widened at that time in history. The time he was addict to her laugh, to her smile, that look in her eye when she was happy.

"What you smiling at?" asks the sleepy voice of Bella, as he and herself preferred.

"Just remembering that time we went to the zoo." She smiles at the thought and releases a small giggle.

"I never forget your face when you sew the apes." Sinedd buries his face in to her tan neck and gives it a light kiss.

"You smile nice." he comments.

"Thanks, daddy brought it for me."

"Well tell him he has a really good sense of smell."

"You tell him, I am not your messenger, you know." I chuckle softly.

Good, a free kick. If I get this it be 2-3 to us. I place the ball down and take a few steps back. I scan the goal, looking for a smart place to aim for. Fake left. I tell my self. Fake left and aim top right.

Stepping back, I lit the smog envelop me, then, I sprint forded.

"Sinedd, please it hurts!"

"I know just hold on!"

My foot makes contacted with the ball and it goes spiralling forded.

Tears stain her face and her body shakes from sobbing. Sinedd felt sick, he hated blood. But he stayed, because it was her who was bleeding.

She's pale, too pale. He thought, grabbing her blood shocked hand in his. He squeezed, but loosed his grip when she winced. Her hand must be broken too.

"Sinedd, tell me you love me." He obliged and said it with feebly hope that his lovefor her may her on Alkillen a bit longer, he knew she was dying, he was not blind.

"I love you Bella! With all my heart and soul." She smiles weekly as her eyes drifted close.

"No, Bella, please the ambulance will be here soon. Just hold on!" his begins to vibrate as sobs pushed their way from his all ready sore trout.

This is not meant to happen. he thought. My life meant to be great now, all this fun stuff, all these new taste and smells…all the new feelings. They can't go, if she goes I be alone again. Please…I don't won't to be alone again.

"I love you too" then she knew no more.

I curse, as Ahito grabs the ball in mid air, the game resumes.

I chase after tea', trying to snatch the ball, when I feel the same stabbing pain as before, this time coursing me to stumble and trip. D'jok sniggers and mutters something to himself.

"Sinedd, what's the matter?" Artagor yells.

"I just lost-" My words are cut of as I begin coughing. Water slips down my chin, I look at the floor to see a crimson liquid, its was blood. I am coughing up blood.

"SHIT! Sinedd, you ok?" what do you think? I fell something raise up in my trout, but force it back down. Hopping up, I weekly push D'jok away. He doesn't seem mad about it, just concerned.

I open my mouth to tell him not to worry so much, when my legs gives out on me. Thankfully I hit something other then the floor, it's hard.

"Sinedd, what's the matter?"

It's rocket. When he get here? I try to push my self up but fail. I then happily stay leaning on the older boy.

"I'm fine" I attempt to say nice and clear, unfortunately it's slurred, like I had to much to drink and barely just above a whisper. Rocket seems to hear me.

"No, you're not." He says firmly. "Sinedd, you were coughing up blood, I think that is far from fine."

"Hey D'jok. What's go- Is that blood!?" oh, great, it's the jester himself, Micro-ice.

Opening my mouth to shout at him, I once again begin coughing, my knees and close my eyes in pain and because I hate blood. After finishing coughing, I stand up on wobbling legs, only to fall back on my arse.

My vision sways and a hand lands on my arm. I hear muffled nise. My back hits the ground and blackness eagerly takes over.

Hot tears ran down his face, blurring his vision. He didn't like this feeling, normally he liked all the new things she made him feel, but not this one. He felt like someone had their dirty hands on his heart and were slowly and painfully, twisting and pulling at it. He didn't enjoy it one bit.

"What do I do? What do I do!? He cries to the man who caused all the mess.

"I don't think there is anything we can do." His face also tear streaked, eyes shining with guilt and pity of the young boy. After all he may have just killed a thirteen year old girl, and his girlfriend.

Another sobs pushes it way out.

He then says something that the man did not hear it.

"No matter what. I will still love you, and one day I make our dream come true. To play a real galactik football. I promise. I make are dream come true." A small ray of hope was dipped in those words. A small ray of hope was all he needed.

MY LONGEST ONE YET 2,527 WORDS.

JUST WANT TO WARN YOU THE NAXT CHAP WILL BE LATE, BECAUSE I HAVE A TAST ON THURSDAY.

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