ABOUT SEVEN YEARS AGO
All of those people with their dirty hands, grabbing. So many different houses. How far away from home was he?
A new caretaker. This one was cleaner than the last. It was somewhere with houses spaced very far apart and big yards to run around in. The driver slowed at big blue home with flowers surrounding it. With the sun shining on the home. The three year-old, later renamed Jacob thought it looked like his dream house. The man driving seemed at ease so the boy was calm. The man stopped the car, opened his door and let the boy out. The man was whistling a happy tune and in a rush to get to the front door. The boy grew happier because this man was trying to help him, even if he couldn't remember his name. If this man was this excited about a place it must be nice. The man suddenly stopped walking scaring the boy. The man kneeled looking at the boy trying to get him to understand. The boy looked stared at the man with searching brown eyes looking for a reason to feel safe again...
"I don't know if you understand me but you have to behave. This woman will take good care of you if you behave. Please Joey."
He frowned at the name given to him by them. It wasn't the first name he was given, his real name. He couldn't voice his opinion of it or even speak his name, but he knew it. Maybe this could seriously be the last house. The man was really hopeful. He would try his best to do what this lady said. The man wasn't lying so maybe this one wasn't bad.
The woman came to the doorway with a tired face and worn clothes. Her face lit up when she saw the boy. She seemed so genuine and loving with her smile the boy couldn't help his smile.
She held out her hand. "Come in Joey, I've been cleaning for you!" She turned around and walked inside, he followed. The man silently walked away, waving at the boy one last time.
.....FEW DAYS LATER.....
The woman was getting nervous. She had always wanted a baby and now she had the cutest one, but something was wrong with him. He noticed the change in her before she did. This made him anxious and cry at random times. That only made things between them worse.
"Why are you always staring at me!" He was always staring and never saying a word. It confused and scared her. "Just get out of here Joey." He frowned at the name. He couldn't leave her. He had to keep watching. What if something bad happened? So he stayed there, staring at the woman taking care of him. Usually she would stop being scared and play outside with him but this time was different. There was another look in her face. She wasn't scared anymore. She looked extremely angry. He moved againt the wall, sat on the floor and cried. She had never been angry with him before and he knew she would do something. Why else would she walk toward him so angrily?
"What's wrong with you Joey! Why aren't you normal? You always stare! Your almost four! Why can't you speak?!"
She began to think it was her fault. Maybe she wasn't meant to be a mother. God was punishing her with a child who had problems no one could fix. There he was staring again seemingly mocking her, still crying. She grabbed his arm and placed him in a place where she could finally have peace again and think. She wouldn't know how that day locked in a small closet effected him.
AN: I WASNT QUITE SURE WHERE TO GO NEXT AND THIS IDEA POPPED IN MY HEAD... SORRY IF YOU DIDNT LIKE IT BUT I DID!! SO WHAT DID YOU THINK?? PLEASE REVIEW!!!