3055 Words

POV Sean

"What? What do you mean I'm awake, I was sleeping?"I asked, confused. I know for a fact that I wasn't sleeping, but I really don't what I was doing.

"Yes, you fell asleep, and we were worried that something bad was going to happen, because you're not supposed to sleep while you have a concussion." Mr. Jhonson explained to me. I scrunched my eye brows.

"I wasn't sleeping, I don't remember ever going to bed!" I continued trying to stand up for myself.

"Jack, you're not going to remember very much from before you went to bed." Dada tried to talk to me, but I just looked to the side of him, not wanting to show my frustration with him. I know he means well for me, but he wont believe anything I say. I know I'm crazy, that doesn't mean that I'm always wrong!

"Alright dad," I gave in, not wanting to get into an argument.

"Jacky, your father and I have discussed, and we think that you need to spend some time outside. Get some fresh air, take in the scenery, talk to people. Real people," Mr. Jhonson said to me, emphasizing real.

Wait, you discussed something, and have decided for me? That doing what you want me to do, will be in my best interest? You know, you guys are real jerks. You don't know what's best for me, because you don't even know me! You can't understand what I'm going through, because you won't even ask! You don't talk to me because you want to help me with my problems, you talk to me; because you want to gossip behind my back of how crazy I am. I see how it is.

"Fine. I'll go outside." I mumbled, and they smiled, seeing how I conformed to exactly what they wanted me to do.

"Great. Just don't go too far, okay? Maybe, just play in the yard? How about we invite Sarah over?" My dad asked.

"No. I want to be alone." I said, sharply, not directly looking into their eyes, looking over, and minding myself.

"Oh, alright. Go play." Dad said, handing me Freddy. I looked at him, and nearly chucked him onto the ground.

"I want, to be, alone." I reiterated, looking into dad's eyes, and dropping Freddy on the cold, unforgiving floor, then walked out, before I could see their reaction. I didn't care. Frankly, I want to be alone. What's so hard to understand about that?

My long fingers wrapped around the cold, faux brass door handle, and really thought about what I should do in this situation. I know I have to go outside. That's what they want me to do, and that's what I already said I said I would to; but I wanted to feel like I had some control over myself. I mean, why am I controlled by everything? I'm just like this door. Maybe it would like to un-hinged at some point where it is shut. Maybe it wants to let in some fresh air. Maybe have some fun swinging to and fro. But no, it is only allowed to do whatever the one in control of it wants it to do. Always stricken under the cold hard grasp of the hands of whom do it wrong. I knew that this wasn't fair to the door, but I was an actual human, so I disregarded the door's feelings, turned the knob, and stepped into the fresh, spring air.

I actually smiled, as the smell of dark blue roses filled the air. I looked over, and saw that there was a husband and wife sitting in the garden, planting them. I remember them! I usually don't talk to our neighbors, just because I am so fascinated by what they're doing. They look like they're so in love. I would never want anything to ruin their relationship.

As I was watching them, they seemed to notice, smiled, and waved for me to come over to their yard. Dada told me to stay in our yard. I think I can trust this family. I didn't want to be controlled anymore, so I stepped into the street, and quickly crossed the yard.

"Hello there Jack! How are you doing today?" The pretty wife asked me. I was really surprised they knew my name!

"Um hello! I, uh, I guess I could be better," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Oh, that's no good! Do you want to talk about it, sport?" The husband asked, looking down to me with his large bushy beard, being pushed up from his large, shining smile. I couldn't help but smile back to him.

We all heard a ding come from inside before I could give him an answer.

"Oh! Cookies are done! Jack, would you like a cookie, and a glass of lemonade?" The wife asked, with a happy smile.

"I would like that very much! Thank you!" I smiled, then watched as the wife smiled to the husband, and go inside to grab the treats.

The husband motioned for me to follow him to the hanging swing on his patio. I followed. The reason I followed the husband, is because he offered me to follow him. I didn't have to, he didn't make me, but he offered the opportunity, and I happily took it.

"So, what's bothering you lately, Jack?" He asked, as he looked to me with his happy blue eyes.

"Well, honestly sir, it's really complicated. I guess I've been really stressed lately," I said, looking back into his eyes. I usually can never, ever look into someone's eyes, especially if I've just met them. This man is so different for some reason, maybe I'll find out soon enough!

"Ah, the world getting you down? I can relate to that." He said, as his wife returned with cookies, and lemonade. We both took our share, and scooted down, so that she could join.

"What was that dear?" She asked, taking a small sip of her lemonade.

"Jack here, is really stressed out," The husband smiled, looking to her lovingly.

"Oh dear, well, you're not alone there honey," She smiled down to me. Her eyes weren't as soft as the husband's. Her were a lighter color of green, nearly grey. They still were filled with love, but it was easier to look into his eyes.

"Is their something stressing you guys?" I asked, nibbling at my cookie. This was possibly the best cookie I have ever eaten!

"Well, I guess so. But we don't want you to worry about that!" She smiled, looking to me.

"I don't have to worry! I would like to help!" I smiled, trying to look as sincere as possible.

"Well, that's very sweet of you Jack, I'm just not sure you would be able to understand," She continued.

"I can try?" I nearly asked her, instead of making a statement. The husband looked to the wife, and seemed to shrug.

"Well, Jack, we are trying to have a little baby, but at the moment, luck doesn't seem to be on our side." The husband said. This seemed to really bother him. He looks like the person that would be a great father.

"Oh, I see. Is that why you're planting the flowers?" I asked, looking to the half planted blue roses.

"Actually, no, we're just planting to get rid of some stress," The wife laughed.

"Well, maybe if you plant a flower for  your baby, then maybe watching the flower grow, can give you some strength to keep trying for the baby!" I smiled, remembering that mom did the same when she was trying to have me.

"That's, that's a very good idea Jack. Maybe you do understand more than we thought you would." The husband smiled. He took his wife's hand, and mine, and we walked over to the garden. They sifted through the dark blue roses, and found one. There were marks all over it, and even a petal was ripped. They gently crumbled the dirt around a little pot that wasn't occupied, and offered the flower to me, to help plant it. I generously took the flower, and was as careful as I could have been when I placed it in there. The husband, wife, and I all sifted the dirt around the flower, to cover the roots, and making sure it was protected.

We looked at the flower, and it didn't seem as pretty as I originally thought. There were a lot of marks on it, ripped petals, one of the leaves were a little brown, and we didn't even plant it up straight. It was leaning a little to the left.

"What's wrong Jack?" The wife asked. I was looking at them, and they were staring at the flower like it was the most precious thing they have ever seen in their lives.

"This was supposed to be a special flower, there are marks, and rips in it. It can't stand straight," I said, cocking my head at the crooked flower.

"Well, that doesn't mean that it isn't special! Actually, maybe it means it's more special!" She smiled.

"I'm confused," I said, trying to figure our their flawed logic.

"Think about it like this Jack: Humans, are not perfect. We aren't looking for a perfect child! We actually, we want them to be different, so that they're able to stand out from the crowd. Even with the flower's flaws, isn't it still pretty?" He asked me. I looked back, and looked at the flower. It was still gorgeous, a very beautiful dark blue hue. Even with all of it's flaws, it was still a flower, and it was still pretty.

"I guess it is," I smiled, tilting my head, taking in the flower from a different angle.

"See? Flaws are what make up a person. And flaws are what make a person either terrible, or an angel." The husband smiled, looking at their pretty, crooked flower with happiness, and love.

"That would be a beautiful name for your child! Angel!" I smiled, thinking about it. The wife looked over to the husband with happiness over whelming her eyes.

"Jack, that's a beautiful name!" The wife smiled, and the husband too.

"Thank you!" I smiled, looking at their little crooked flower.

"You're really smart, you know that Jack?" The husband smiled to me, while his head was resting on his wife's shoulder.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," I blushed, looking down to my dirty hands. I made myself dirty to create something so clean, and pure. I feel so good about myself.

"I would. You're a really special kid Jack. You're your own crooked flower," The wife smiled. I looked to myself. I would never have considered myself to be a flower, let alone a crooked one. I smiled as warmth filled my belly.

"Thank you mam!" I smiled to her, with diamond eyes.

"Oh please, call me Sandi!" She smiled.

"You can call me Harold!" The husband smiled to me.

"Well, I'm Jack, but, you can call me Sean," I smiled, letting them call me by my actual name.

"Sean, I love that name," Harold smiled, then pulled me closer to him, and we all looked to the flower with admiration.

"Jack! It's time to come home!" I heard Mr. Jhonson call me from my house.

"Oh, it looks like I have to go. Thank you so much for inviting me over! Your lemonade, and cookies were delicious, Sandi!" I smiled, as I continued to walk over to my house.

"Oh no, thank you Sean! Feel free to come visit any time you want!" Sandi smiled.

"Thank you! I'll see you soon!" I waved back to them, as I walked home.

"See you soon Sean!" Harold, and Sandi smiled together. I'm so glad I got to meet them. Its a real beautiful coincidence if I do say so myself.

As I walked back into my house, the grey walls no longer looked so grey.

"Do you feel better Jack?" Dada asked me.

"I do actually. Our neighbors let me plant a flower!" I smiled.

"Oh really? That was nice of them! Did you thank them?" He asked me.

"Of course," I smiled.

"Well, that's great Jacky! Okay, so Mr. Jhonson and I have been talking, and have decided, that we need to celebrate your birthday party! So, we will be doing it tomorrow, at Freddy Fazbears," My heart rate instantly dropped.

"Dad no, I can-"

"Jack, You need to over come your fear of these animatronics. This is the best way. We have sent out invitations to all of your friends, and they are all coming too," He said.

"Dad, why are you doing this to me?! I cant do this! I hate those smelly things!" I started to cry.

"Jack, this is for your own good!" He said.

"How would you know what's good for me? You don't even ask! Sandi, and Harold asked about me! They wanted to know about me, you just want me to be normal! Well dad, I cant! I'm not perfect! I have marks, some parts of me are ripped, and heck, I'm even crooked! Can you stop wishing I was perfect, and just wish for me!? Just be grateful that you have not one, but two children? People aren't as blessed as you get to be!" I yelled more out of fear, than anger.

"Jack, what are you even saying?!"

"You know exactly what I'm saying, yet you're continuing to deny everything!" I shouted, getting louder.

"What?!" He sounded genuinely confused.

"You don't listen to me! I can't do this! I can't handle seeing these things! Can't you understand this?! I can't do this!" I shouted, with tears burning my eyes.

"This isn't negotiable. Get to your room. You're grounded for the rest of the night!" He shouted, with tears brimming his eyes.

"Good! Maybe I'll find someone in there who actually cares!" I shouted, stomping off to my room, and locked the door behind me. Dad literally hates me. He wants me to have a panic attack in front of all of my friends, make an idiot of myself, and hurt my heart so bad, it feels like I'm going to die.

"You know this is best for you!" Freddy's mocking voice rang in my ears.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! If anyone knows anything about me, it sure isn't you!" I cried, knowing that Freddy will follow me every where I go.

"Sean, you don't seem to understand-" He talked, but I cut him off.

"Shut up! You don't understand! You don't understand anything! Don't call me Sean. Don't call me your friend, Don't tell me that I don't understand! i understand! i understand everything! I know what youre going to do, and for goodness sake, let it happen already! Quit beating around the bush! Quit making me dance, and prance through this charade already, it's insulting! Just leave me alone!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as the voice only I could hear. I threw myself onto the floor, and sobbed out everything I had inside of me. I was finally planted. Then here comes Freddy, and dad to tear me out, spit on me, and throw me out the window. Here comes Freddy and dad to open the door, and slam it back shut. Here comes Freddy and dad to finally give me some hope, and security, and then take it out, and throw it on the ground. The screaming erupting from my sobs are no match to the sound of my glass heart breaking.

I'm not even crying, I'm screaming. Howling, absolutely shrieking, because of how much pain I'm in. I want so little, and once I finally obtain that little piece I wanted, someone takes it away from me, and makes me watch as they destroy it. I'm still screaming, and I don't know how to stop. There are tears falling from my eyes, but I'm not crying. There are things running through my head, but I'm not thinking. There are things spewing from my mouth, but I'm not talking.

I hear the pounding on my door, but I locked it. I want them to stay out. I continue screaming, as I see Freddy looming over me.

"Just you wait until tomorrow." Then he was gone. I was screaming because of the pain, and I was in pain because I was screaming. Eventually, my door was kicked down, and my father, and Mr. Jhonson tried to comfort me, but I didn't even see them through my blurry eyes. I couldn't hear them through my screaming, and I couldn't speak to them, because there was too much in my throat.

Two hours. It took me two hours to stop screaming. Once I was finally silent, there was blood spewing from my ears, nose, and throat, do to the vocal chords I ripped from with in myself. I was in so much pain, but I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even properly react to what I was feeling, because two hours were wasted from me having the worst panic attack I have ever had. Mr. Jhonson stayed the night. He went out to the living room, and slept on our rocking chair, while Dada crawled into my bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me so tightly that I didn't need a blanket. He didn't fall asleep, but the rhythm of his heart beating, going against his chest rising and falling was nearly like a lullaby for me. There was still blood pooling in my mouth, but I swallowed it all back down. I don't know if they know I'm bleeding, and I don't even know If I should tell them.

As my eyes slowly started to gain weight, my heart started pounding slower, and softer. I was finally falling asleep, with thoughts of Freddy, Dad, Sandi, Harold, and to be Angel floating around in my head. Although I was falling asleep, I couldn't seem to actually get there. There was a constant ringing in my ears, and blood dripping out of it slowly. There was a perpetual voice in my ears, making it impossible to get to sleep.

"Just you wait until tomorrow,"

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