Chapter 8: Kidhood
The midnight stars sparkled in the sky as the covers of Willie and Swoosie's bed kept rustling. Swoosie couldn't stop tossing and turning. She never wanted to tell this to Willie but she usually has nightmares when she's sleeping. The nightmares of horrid vivid memories that could still haunt Swoosie to this day. Swoosie quietly moaned as she turned over. Willie started to rub her eyes and felt for Swoosie. She started gently push Swoosie to try to wake her up. Willie just woke up from an end of a dream, but got disturbed by Swoosie. Willie couldn't help but worry for her sometimes; she always works so hard. "Wake up..." Willie whispered to Swoosie. Swoosie was making noises and so Willie started to violently shake her. "Wake up wake up!" Willie said. "Gah!" Swoosie said opening her eyes. She was about to take a swing a Willie but realized she was in reality. "O-Oh shit... Did I punch you... I didn't mean to if I did" She tried to say quietly starting to hold her fist. "W-What? Why did you...try to punch me?" Willie quietly asked. Swoosie starting crying as she held her fist now kneeling on the mattress. "Swoosie!" Willie gasped. Willie reached out to hug Swoosie. "Would you like to talk? What happened. "Everything..." Swoosie sniffled. "It's about time I told you this. I wanted to hide this from you but I knew I would have to tell you someday." Swoosie quietly sniffled as she placed Willie against the wall. "What did you want to tell me...?" Willie asked with a little hesitation. "My past." Swoosie said.
"It all started when I was born. I don't remember any of it but I was cursed into a life of misery. One of my parents was an inkling and the other octarain. But they never liked me, they dropped me off at an orphanage. The orphanage wasn't that nice either, we had on raggy clothes and barely survived on our own. When we used to steal bread in the streets, that was the worse part. They used to maybe beat the other people who came with me but once they found me they started beating me in horrid ways. Many times I can remember getting glass bottles broken on my head and also on my wrists. Many various ropes have hit my back and sides. There was also a time a random guy who had nothing to do with bread or anything beat me up and stabbed me. He didn't do it hard enough to kill me but it still really hurt. I've also been called many names. Mutant, Freak, Unnatural, Half Bred... I remember them all. And it wasn't like it was good in the orphanage either. They ended up kicking me out because nobody wanted me and I was forced to live in the streets. I thought maybe I found a hope when I was 13 to join the army but it ended up being the worse. I didn't want to fight the inklings. Then I realized that octarain life was a horrid one and I always wondered how it would be here. And now after 3 years of being the army school I was finally be free once I saved you and ran off from the army. But they could care less; I could just be missing in action for all they care. It's not like army school was good either, you only had two meals a day and the rest of the time was spent fighting or training. It was awful!" Swoosie ranted. Swoosie turned around to Willie, who just started to cry and reached out for Swoosie. "T-That was so sad!" She quietly cried. Swoosie let Willie hug her. "I'd tell you about my past but that would probably be like bragging." Willie said while trying to recover from what Swoosie just told her. "When I was young I lived a normal life with my parents and my brother Billy. And of course Tripp was one of my neighbors and childhood friends. For fun we'd always used to play a kid safe version of turf war and with Billy too; but Tripp and I were way better at it then him. Tripp and I also went to the same school and at the age of 14 me and him went to a special highschool for the army and that's how me and him got to be generals of the army." Willie explained. "Well I guess that's cool, you think your going to let go of this hug for a minute?" Swoosie asked. "No..." Willie whispered as she started to hug Swoosie tighter. Her eyes widen but she accepted the embrace of Willie. She could feel herself blushing...just a little bit. After a while the two ended up falling asleep while still hugging each other; it was definitely one of the best good night sleeps Swoosie has ever had before.
