And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
The door was opened at Neal came in again.
'You haven't killed each other yet?' he asked and Lalasa shook her head. She then looked at Kel pointedly. 'Why do I have the feeling that you girls have a secret between you?'
'Because we do,' Lalasa giggled. Neal sighed.
'I don't even want to know,' he said. 'Right, Lalasa, you know how you were death threatening me earlier?'
'Yes?' she said suspiciously.
'Well please don't kill me but I have to perform the check up on you. I have been given orders by Lerant himself,' Neal replied and helped Lalasa to a bed.
'Anything your worried about? No, great. You seem to be fine but if there is anything that is worrying you come see me. I don't however, like being woken up in the middle of the night if it isn't an emergency.'
Great prep talk, Neal, great prep talk, the woman thought.
'Any names chosen yet? Naming it after me?' Neal asked.
'But then there would be three of us!' Neal (2) replied.
'Wouldn't you feel special then?' Neal (1) said.
'No. It would be confusing,' said Neal (2).
'Your loss. Any names?'
'Well we were thinking about naming it after Kel if it is a girl and Paul if it is a boy,' Lalasa said proudly.
'Brilliant name choice,' he said and looked up. 'You should be fine to go now. Nothings wrong.'
'Haven't you already told me that?' Lalasa asked in confusion.
'Doesn't help to make sure,' Neal replied. 'Right, young man, come here and I will see if there is anything more that I can do with your eyes.'
Neal (2) walked over to where Neal (1) was and sat down on the bed. The woman watched from afar. It took a couple of moments before Neal (1) moved from the spot he was in.
'Well, it looks as though we can talk this bandage off,' he said and took it took. The boy lifted his head to Neal as if he really could see him but didn't open his eyes. 'Open those peepers when you feel comfortable, alright. They might be a bit sore at first though so you need to be careful, O.K. mum?' Neal (1) said turning to the woman.
'Of course. Is there anything here that he might be able to play with? A practice sword? I wont let him swing it around or anything but just so that he can see it and not get so bored.
'I can go get one for you right now if you promise not to move, alright Neal?' Neal (1) asked. Neal (2) nodded in excitement.
Neal ran out of the infirmary and straight to the practice court. Searching along there, he found a practice sword that didn't feel as heavy as a real sword and one that he had seen the other children in the camp play with. He smiled and took it back to Neal.
(This is getting so confusing to me! I can't keep up! It's like the Bruce thing all over again! If you don't know what that is PM me [or review])
The younger Neal held it with excitement. This was the first time that he had ever held on and he ran his fingers along it, trying to get used to its shape. It was rough and knobbly, but still was smooth enough that he wouldn't run his hands along it and get splinters.
'Go and show it to mum, Mate!' Neal (1) whispered encouragingly and gently pushed Neal (2) to the woman.
'Mummy! Look!' Neal (2) said and held it up high. 'Now I can help all those people who are sad!'
'So you can, little one. Maybe you might be able to refrain from swinging it in here though. We wouldn't like the other Neal sad because you broke his things wouldn't we?'
'No Mummy. I'm sorry Neal. I won't swing it around and break anything,' the younger Neal apologised.
'Why are you saying sorry now? You haven't broke anything? I am pretty sure that I will be able to forgive you though if you do break something,' Neal (1) comforted.
'You won't beat me?' Neal (2) asked.
'Why would I do that?' Neal (1) said back worried.
'Because all of the other people where I used to live beat me and Mummy when we did something wrong on accident,' the young boy said in a very small voice, even his mother had to look away when the truth came out. 'Sometimes, if I did something wrong, they hurt Mummy. But if Mummy did something wrong they sometimes hurt me, most of the time they hurt Mummy though. That's how they hurt my eyes!' he spat the ending out. Neal's (1) eyes narrowed. A young child shouldn't know these things, he thought.
'How did they hurt your eyes?' Neal (1) asked gently.
'He had a sword and he just brought it across my face. Mummy screamed and tried to get away from the people who held her close but they were stronger. It hurt a lot and then they hurt Mummy. When they left Mummy held me close and tried to stop me crying but it hurt to much and she started screaming for someone to help her,' He stopped there, unwilling to continue.
'That's ok. I am going to fix it for you. And I won't ever hurt you, I promise. Never,' Neal (1) said and left the room.
He was unable to bear the sorrow in the room...
I started out happy and ended up like that... Depressing...
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