Fan Fiction ❯ Messes ❯ Messes ( Chapter 1 )

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Messes
By: Avalon and Ace Hunter


I think one day ,someday, someone will understand why I did it. Someone will know
exactly what my reasons were and why I had them, I just know they will. But right now noone does
,so I'll just have to wait.. They just don't understand.

She screamed, the nurse, when she walked in. So did the doctor who came from down the hall.
They were frightened by the blood, even though they dealt with it every day. They called other
people in too, so they could try to save him. I had to stop them though, I didn't let them touch him.
Didn't they understand this is what he wanted, this was the cure they had been searching for. Why
were they trying to stop it? I suppose I'll never know, just like they'll never understand why.

Before I helped him find the cure, he told me not to tell anyone, said it was a big secret. He
treated me like I was a little kid but I know the reason he wanted it that was because he was that it
would have to be that way. After all, what would father say when he saw the mess? He would be so
ashamed that his son was so messy, and my dearest brother didn't want father to know he had agreed
to the mess. It was perfectly understandable.

I didn't get to see father's reaction though, they took me away before he came. They were
screaming at me, they sounded angry. I guess they don't like messes either, but it just had to be that
way. None of them could understand that though, that's why they took me away. I was angry at
them after that, they made me leave my favorite stuffed animal behind, mumbling things I couldn't
understand. They were talking so fast, and with such big words, everything was just a blur to me.

While I was in the car, and real nice one with these funky metal bars in it, I heard the man in the
front seat talking on his cell phone. I only heard a few words, and I understood even less, but I did
get what he was talking about. They were calling her, my mother. I don't like her that much, she's
really mean. She always calls me names and says I was a little freak. She hated it when I made
messes, I just know she's going to be mad.

Oh, wow!! This place is huge!! It's way bigger then my apartment building , and it looks so
clean. I wonder what we're doing here? I lean into ask the female in front of me and she just
shook her head at me. Funny, she seamed almost sad. Is everyone upset about that one little mess?
Or maybe my mother told them about all the other messes I made, like when I was playing with the
dog and got the walls all dirty. I couldn't help it though, some things just get messy.

Whoa, it's even bigger on the inside!! I wonder where everyone is though. There's only a few
ladies in white outfits walking around, they look kinda like nurses from the sick place, maybe we're
in another sick place. I know!!! Maybe they brought me here to make some other people better
too!! I'll have to be less messy though.

Hey, wait a minute!! Why are they taking away my clothes? And giving me these ugly
white ones? I hate white, it gets messy real easy. But now that I think about it, everything here's
white. The nurse lady's outfit, the floor, the wall, even the little clip-board and pens those men are
carrying, and hey !!! Their's another person, she looks my age, she's in white too. Why are they
dragging her away? She doesn't seem very happy, screaming and yelling like that. They must be
holding her to hard.

Where are they taking me? Is-Is that my mother? I can tell she sees me when we walk by because
she stops her crying to look at me. I knew she would be angry with me!! But what's she doing
here? What am I doing here? Wow, look at all the other people!!

There's a little girl in the corner talking with her dolls, and man in front of the t.v. who keeps
looking around every few seconds, and hey, what happened to the people who brought me here?
There gone!! They just left me here. What am I supposed to do? All the people in here look really
preoccupied, I wouldn't want to get in their way. Wait, there's that boy on the couch, he's all
alone, I could talk to him. He's looking up at me now, I guess I'm kinda loud.

He sure does seem sad, I wonder why? I'll just ask him. He told me he'd only tell me if I told him
what I did. It kinda confuses me, I didn't do anything, so what does he oh, yeah. I smiled at him
and admitted that I'd made a mess. Wow, his eyes just brighten up when he smiles. He sounds
really excited right now, as he tells me that he made a mess ,too. It sounds just like the mess I
made!! Maybe I won't have to wait long for someone to understand my reasons after all.