Shy | Crybaby | Smart | Trusting | Loyal
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Username: Jazz0109
Name: Emmett
Nickname: Emmy
Meaning: Strong
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Hairstyle: Boop
Likes: Quiet places, music,
books, his family, challenges,
Dislikes: Social gatherings,
too many stranger people, the
color yellow
Loves: His family and his
blanket.
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Fears: Agyrophobia- Fear of
streets or crossing the street
Quirks: When dining out,
always tidies up the table and
resets the condiments, always
single knots his shoes, and
wears only new socks.
Hobbies: Writing, reading, and
the piano
Family: Fawn & Riku
Permission: From Vanoss gaymin
Special thanks to: Mellifluous &
Newts for critiquing my form
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Fears: Agyrophobia- Fear of
streets or crossing the street
Quirks: When dining out,
always tidies up the table and
resets the condiments, always
single knots his shoes, and
wears only new socks.
Hobbies: Writing, reading, and
the piano
Family: Fawn & Riku
Permission: From Vanoss gaymin
Special thanks to: Mellifluous &
Newts for critiquing my form
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It all started with pouring rain, like most of these stories start. It wasn't a baby dropped in the rain, it wasn't a toddler, he was just a kid. Swept into the system and thought never to be freed.The image of his mother and father flashing through his mind like a distance memory. This is a story of death, heart ache, and hurt... This is the story of Emmett.
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Emmett woke to the sunlight hitting the back of his eyelids. He stretched out his palms facing the ceiling. He heard the familiar sound of shouting, his mothers high pitched screech and his fathers deep baritone. He reached for his glasses and shoved them on. The room became clear and blossomed with color. The deep blues, reds and yellows filled him with ease. He sat down at the toddler table and began his math homework. For only being in fifth grade, he was doing seventh grade homework. He excelled in the school environment and genuinely loved it. Emmett spent most of the morning cooped up in his room, like most days. He was more of a loner, always preferring to stay in his room. He snacked off his secret pop-tart stash.
Emmett was engrossed in his work. Classical music played his head, he ached to play the piano again.
That's when he heard the shot. His legs sprung into action and he took off out the door. He shot passed the bathroom, skipped down the stairs, then stopped at the end. He ran his fingers through his hair. Nervousness bubbled in his chest as he took the last right turn into the living room.
His toes hit the thick sticky blood. He looked up at his father just before the second shot went off. Emmett squeezed his eyes shut and prayed not to die. When he opened them ten seconds later, they were both gone.
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The funeral was dark, dreary and a waste of the day. Emmett fidgeted while people apologized. If they were really sorry they would take him home. What he dreaded more than the funeral was afterwards. He didn't have family, he didn't have anyone, he was all alone.
Dear diary, it is my first day here. At Hopes Academy for the unwanted. A baby was adopted today, so maybe I will go too. The rooms are nice, we all have a current around our beds. I am lucky, to have a window above mine. I get to see the sun. Hopefully it will keep me bright and positive. Even if I am a little angry, not at anyone in particular. Just at the world.
10:15 pm, September 13th 2014
Love, Emmy
Emmett curled onto his side and pulled his blanket over his chest. The darkness brought warmth, tomorrow would bring a new day. Emmett just needed to stay positive.
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After six months Emmett was used to the routine. Wake up at seven, if the babies don't wake him up before hand. Eat a bland, off brand cereal, sometimes get some juice. Then he got to go outside, read a book, play chess with the other kids. At noon adoptions started. Emmett smiled, waved and tried to charm the parents. Every day was the same, they went home with a baby. After that they got lunch, did house chores and headed to the showers. Emmett learned to love it there. The structured schedule suited him, and the other kids were friendly enough. Emmett kept up with his school work, made it through every day with out much of a hassle. Some of the older kids were mean to him, but he was submissive enough to take it.
Three weeks later everything was the same. Emmett huddled in the commons shivering every time a new family came in. The wind gusted past him leaving him cold and irritated. He held his diary close and turned his back to the crowd.
Dear Diary, nobody likes older kids. I am luckier than the older boys though, they will never get adopted. It is sad to say, but there are not enough homes for everyone. Some kids, like me, take care of themselves and are good at it...
The leather journal was ripped from Emmett's hands. It was tossed from Curtis to Jace, the sixteen year olds. The twins had been tormenting Emmett since he got there. Emmett widen his eyes in terror. His thoughts were not meant to be read out loud. Just as Jace stood up and cleared his throat, a small woman in a flower dress appeared behind the boy. She tapped his shoulder and swiped the diary before Emmett could process what was happening.
Emmett bounded across the room and latched onto the legs of his savior. He peered up at her, his green eyes shinning.
"Thank you." He whispered holding on tighter.
She rubbed his back softly, giving one last glance over her shoulder to the babies.
"So you want to come home?" She chirped softly, "I am Fawn." She said kindly.
Emmett reached out his hand for hers. From that moment on, he was never alone.
Emmett had been living at home two weeks now. He was happy in his new home, he has a new room, new clothes, new toys and a new brother. His room was spacious and he had his favorite things in his room. Emmett leaned back in his bean bag, and buried his nose in a book. Sherlock Holmes, what a guy. He popped his earbuds in losing himself in his own little world.
"I said! Hey loser!" Riku's shout made Emmett jump. He pulled out his ear buds and shoved his iPod into his pocket.
"I prefer Emmy... But what?" Emmett cleared his throat nervously. All as he wanted was to please his new brother. Emmett looked up to him and wanted his love.
"Yeah. Whatever. Dinner." He turned his back on Emmett and stalked downstairs. Emmett trotted down the stairs after Riku. He plopped down at the table and straightened his glasses. He scooped some macaroni. The warm aroma made his mouth water. He reached forward for another scoop, his eyes bigger than his appetite.
"Don't be a pig." Riku snatched the spoon from Emmett and took it for himself. Fawn frowned lightly and put her hand on Emmett's. The younger boy smiled up at Fawn, his green doe eyes pleased. Emmett may have grown up with parents, but it took him a while to get used to the contact. The first time she kissed him goodnight, he cried.
"He is a growing boy, cut Em some slack." Fawn scolded Riku calmly. She was a very good mother and rarely ever took sides. Recently she has had to, Riku wasn't adjusting well and Emmett was getting hurt. Not that the younger boy would know any better.
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"I want to come too!" Emmett begged following Riku into his room. His short legs moved quickly to keep up with the older boy. "I won't get in the way." Emmett said pushing his way into Riku's room.
"I already said no!" Riku spat throwing on a black baggy sweatshirt. He pulled a hat over his head and brushed past Emmett out the door.
Emmett pulled on his black button jacket and pulled on a grey hat. He scrambled to keep up and caught Riku's arm just as he wrenched open the door.
"Let go!" Riku tried to fling the small boy off. Emmett shook his head adamantly. He wanted to I with, and he was going to. He dug his heels in and held on. The behavior was not normal for Emmett, but he was sick of being left behind. Riku leaves time and time again. Emmett didn't have friends, and all he wanted was his brother.
"Boys! Boys!" Fawn swooped in wrapping her arms around Emmett's torso. Emmett let go immediately, he would never hurt Fawn. "Riku! Stay here." She stopped the older boy before he could slip out.
"He can't come! We are way older " Riku said defensively. Fawn set Emmett down gently and ruffled his hair.
"Unfortunately for you I am the mother. And Emmy gets to go." She said firmly. Riku let out an irritable sigh and motioned Emmett to follow.
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"Seriously, don't mess this up again." Riku grumbled yanking Emmett faster. The pair were headed to Riku's friends house. After last times debacle, Emmett had nightmares for months. Monsters, bombs, assassins, you name it Emmett dreamt it. He was a vivid dreamer and those games took forever to get out of his head. Or at least four months.
"You promised mom that we wouldn't play more video games!" Emmett complained. He wasn't ready to face the demons. Riku confirmed they were not playing video games but going to the park. The stopped at Alec's house, then at Timo's and lastly Ren's. The three older boys joked, pushed, shoved and played all the way to the park. The approached the crosswalk and Emmett started shaking. There was no way he could cross.
"Riku. Please walk me home." He requested quietly. The older boy shot him a deadly glare. "I just... I can't." A couple tears ran down his cheeks and he sniffled. Riku crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Look at the baby, four months of therapy and still not able to cross the street?" Alec taunted harshly. "Little baby Emmy---" he coughed when Riku elbowed him in the ribs.
"Close your eyes." Riku instructed Emmett. The younger boy shook his head and stared at the ground. "Trust me?" He requested oddly. Emmett squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his arms over his body for comfort. Riku scooped him up and took off across the street. Emmett screamed when he realized what happened and his chest tightened. He curled into a ball on the ground and fought for breath. The panic set in and he rocked back and fourth.
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Fawn waited for the doctors to come out before freaking out. She needed to remain calm, it was just a panic attack. He isn't dying. She repeated the phrase again and again in her head. Riku slumped in the waiting room chairs shuffling his feet.
"I can't believe you. Emmy has been trying to please you. Trying to gain your love. All you do is torment him." Fawn spoke angrily to Riku. She couldn't believe the son she raised was so insensitive.
Riku's mouth flew open and he shook his head. "I never meant to hurt him! I thought I would cute him." He said clearly distraught. "The little booger isn't even my own brother and you expect me to warm up so fast? I expected a baby, one who wouldn't be so... Clingy!" He added. It was time Riku got all his feelings out about the adoption. If it were a baby he would be moved out by the time the baby was old enough to care. Riku stood up, pushed his chair back and stormed out of the hospital. Fawn held up her hand to stop him, but see had to stay with Emmett.
Fawn rushed in to see Emmett as soon as the doctors allowed her too. He looked so small laying on the bed, even for a twelve year old he was small for his size. They gave him a small sedative to keep him calm and sleepy. He blinked his eyes at his mother, they pooled with sadness. All as Emmett wanted was to fit in, and panicking was not the way to do it. Fawn ran her fingers through his tangled locks and kissed his forehead. Emmett lifted his head weakly, but fawn pushed him back down gently. He needed sleep and rest. Fawn requested a chair and settled in beside him. She read to him for and hour before they both fell fast asleep.
The light flicked on and both Fawn and Emmett's eyes fly open. Riku stood at the door his eyes red from not sleeping. Fawn's eyes took a minute to adjust before she frowned. She scolded him lightly for coming so late and worrying her, but didn't want to make him take off again.
"No! Let him stay! I knew you would come." Emmett grinned goofily. He had so much warmth in his heart that should be broken.
"I uh... Brought you some stuff..." He held up a small bag and moved closer. He laid the bag gently down on Emmett's bed and stepped back. Emmett took the bag and dumped out the contents. He squealed in joy when his tattered blue baby blanket fell from the bag. He hugged it to his chest and beamed at Riku. Emmett carefully placed his blanket beside him and examined the other objects. Emmett held up the box of candy bars and the newest Hunger Games book questionably.
"I hear they have crappy food here." He shrugged sheepishly. "And poor entertainment..." He hovered near the foot of the bed. Emmett motioned him closer and pulled him into a hug.
"Sleep?" Emmett scooted over leaving space for Riku. The older boy enjoy scratched the back of his neck chuckling lightly.
"We aren't there yet, but I will get a cot." Riku said motioning the nurse through the door. As promised he set up a cot beside Emmett's bed and laid down. The lights were switched off and Emmett's eyes fluttered shut again. "I really don't deserve you bud." Riku whispered to him before falling asleep beside his brother.
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