"Honey, we have something... That we have to say."
Dad's voice was always a comfort, and he always meant well, so I put
on my most radiant smile and walked to greet my parents.
"Yes?" I asked in my sweetest, most innocent tone.
They shifted uncomfortably, casting each other nervous glances before
mum spoke up. Whatever she had to say, I wouldn't like it.
"Well, we were talking to... A friend of ours... And we found out..."
She was struggling already. I gently pressed her on.
"Yes?"
My innocent tone. It sickens me.
"Our... Friend. He's a doctor... A special kind of doctor, and it turns
out that you're... Not like the rest of us." she said haltingly. I wasn't
sure I'd heard her correctly.
"What your mother means to say is that you have a... Condition. It's
nothing to worry about, and there are some special people who can
help you." Dad cut in, and my expression fell. What if they sent me
away? Then they'd give me medicine I don't need and if I cried they'd
think I'm crazy and they'd hurt me or lock me up. I didn't want this,
but how could I refuse them?
I was running. I could barely remember a thing, but for me to run like
this, it had to be pretty bad, so I put all my effort into maintaining my
pace. I leaped over a small stream, and I quite literally hit the ground
running. Only then did it occur to me to look back. I did so, only to see
the pair who had turned my life upside down and into a living hell.
Determined to keep my close-to-normal life, I growled and turned
back to keep running. They'd never catch me.
I dodged a tree, almost losing my hat in the process. I powered on,
ignoring their 'reassuring' words. Lies. They were all lies, and I didn't
care for them, never would. I tripped over a rock, opening my
mouth, although no sound came out. They caught up with me, and I only
just managed to escape their evil grasp. They didn't care. Everything
they said were lies. They wanted a normal child, a child who goes
out with his friends and isn't afraid to get into trouble every now again.
Well, I'd show them trouble. But first I'd have to escape from them...
I was running? Confused, I skidded to a halt and turned around to see my now exhausted parents on my tail. In a split second, I decided my running was for the best. After all, they'd wanted to send me away to a 'special doctor'. I sighed and turned back to continue running, when I stopped rigid.
"Az," they'd said. I never wanted to hear them say my name again. Why couldn't they just love me as I am?
"I'm sorry." I said.
I'd stopped, and they were gaining on me.
"Az!" they called desperately. I shook my head. There was nothing wrong with me. Other than, of course, the memory loss, but that wasn't a huge problem.
I ran again, urging my aching muscles to full speed. When I was sure they couldn't see me, I darted left and, hopefully, to freedom. Freedom from my own parents.
I have no idea how, but I'd managed to evade mum and dad. I slumped down in the hollow of an old tree and I instantly felt all my muscles relax.
Sleep didn't come easy. When it did, however, I dreamed of my new life, just me, myself and I.
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You may notice that some of Az's feathers are blue. This is because they aren't his natural feathers; he found them on his first day alone and decided to keep them. He's had them ever since, and calls them "Jeffrey" and "Paula".hats
Az, as you know, collects hats. This began with his second personality, but was picked up on by his first. He is very rarely seen without a hat, and his favourite is a plain black bowler hat, which he wears far more often than his other hats. He named this hat Shan.quirks
Az names everything. He sometimes doesn't even realise he's doing it, but he always names anything new, including non-physical things like days and months.
He also subconsciously counts everything without realizing it. You can ask him, for instance, how many trees you passed on that journey, and he'd give you an exact number.likesTalking
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Getting her own way
Sleeping
Plants
Praise
CookiesSilence
Solitude
The dark
Attention
Books
Working
Having something to dodislikesDisappointment
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The cold
The dark
Hunger
Disturbances
Complete peaceLoud noises
Extreme temperatures
Being ignored
Unintelligent people
Having to do something
Trusted aquaintences
Tiredness
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