Chapter 2; Davie Stark, GA, America
Davie Stark imagined his mind as a office. It had files for everything; opinions, memories, friends, etc. But, just like an office, Davie imagined there was some deep part in his mind that held… other stuff. At the tender age of seven, Davie was afraid of quite a few things, but one thing scared him the most; the dark.
Every night, he felt like he had been pushed over the edge. He felt like something was, for some odd reason, watching him. The boy was young, not a baby but not a "big kid", so he felt like he wouldn't tell anyone. Besides, what would they do?
Besides that, his mom wouldn't be able to do anything. She cleaned houses, which wasn't the ideal job for a mom of four, and she had enough on her plate besides worrying about her deranged child.
In an instant, though, everything would change…
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The boy awoke, his nails digging into his palms. His demons were there, lurking in his mind, waiting for him to go back to his eternal nightmare. He fought his hardest, every night and day, but it was troubling. He couldn't escape his dreams. He struggled to get peace at night, which was exhausting, and he woke up, looking like a mess.
Once in a while, he would fall asleep in class. This scared the adults at the school, and even his mom.
His mom heard about a selective surgery to experiment with children. Excited, she signed Davie up. He, to his surprise, was chosen. Begging and pleading didn't work with his mom. She had merely laughed, "Davie, boy, you be thankful for what you got! Don't you be going around and not fully appreciating what these kind folk are givin' you, you hear?"
He, trying to be grateful, (and brave), decided to go along with it. He didn't say anything else.