Chapter Three
People had reasons for the way they acted. They had specific and controlled elements that keyed in on how they were raised. Most people were raised in a strict household, so it was obvious to why they were so perfect, why they seemed to be the most strictest person ever. Others were raised in dark households, some cherished their children while others loathed them. Some were raised normally yet kept away from any dangers, growing dependent upon people, never forced to make any real decisions which only further caused a stunt in learning ability in the future.
Finally, there were people who became a shadow upon their elders. As their parents worshipped and praised the oldest, they gave nothing and neglected the youngest. A household like this usually resulted in the child becoming angry, independent but also distrustful, cautious and wanting nothing more than to be alone, too afraid that if someone came near them, even for a split second, the whole world that they had to build themselves would come crashing down in a matter of seconds.
Perhaps these were the reasons why the clinic for abused children seemed best. People who understood what they went through, kids who they could eventually make friends with, loosening their cautioned state if only for a while to actually be happy. Alas, not all children get the same fate, not all people recognize the different signs of abuse present in the everyday world. Mostly, they tended to focus upon physical, if the child had no bruises, they were fine, if the child wasn't bleeding, they were fine. No one looked over how they flinched, no one looked over how thin they seemed, how much they disquieted to be stared at, looked at, touched, or even plain called out to.
Then came another subject in the matter of abuse. It wasn't only people who seemed to look past this, most parents do the same. They assume that the bruises mean their child was in a fight, they assume that the screaming and sobbing were just a act, they assumed that the flinching and shaking were just built up nerves from being angry, they assumed that the hurriedness to get away from a beating, the sobs that tore through their throat was simply because they didn't want to be beaten, and they were only trying to have pity forced upon them.
It isn't only parents who abuse children. Abusers could be anybody from your nanny to the teacher in general. People always overlooked these key facts, they always overlooked the easiest reasons as to why a child begins to 'act out' as misbehavior, no matter how much the evidence displays itself right in front of them.
Perhaps this was the reason orphanages were built, to rid these children of their violent lives. However, not all orphanages are the same. Wether you were born with a disorder or had inquired it from some accident as a child, they overlooked these things or well most of them did. They never tended to see the signs of disorders, not even the evidence was being told to them in the form of a letter or was simply right in front of them, acting so unordinary from all the other kids they've had.
Kids. Kids were simple minded. They never really understood the concepts of sickness or abuse unless it was they, themselves, that had acquired it. Most of the times, Kids turn into bullies because they don't understand, they're afraid and fear leads to confusion which then leads to anger. They're angry at their victim for making them feel like this, they're angry at their victim for making them feel a rush of emotions that left them perplexed and wondering.
Perhaps this was the main reason why Blue found himself wedged between a corner of the room and a bookshelf, the leader of the infamous squad of bullies standing tall and looming over him like some giant. His back was pressed hard against the wall, his legs and arms were tucked into his body as close as possible and his head was raised in some sort of defiance only to drop back down at the slightest glare that the older boy gave. His hands had to be shoved behind his back to about any fatal injury to them while his legs had to be curled up tightly to his chest, considering that the corner had a stepping cushion.
"A stupid shrimp like you doesn't deserve to be in here! You don't even deserve to be near me and you still manage to screw that up?!"
Whatever the leader was saying floated in one ear and out the other as Blue flexed his fingers and flickered his eyes around, giving the boy a false nod as he pretended to actually pay attention to what was being spewed at him. The leader scowled before reaching forward, curling his fingers around the boy's sweater collar and suddenly yanking him away from the corner he had been hiding in.
"Answer me, shrimp!" Blue could only let out a strangled cry of horror as a fist connected with his unprotected stomach, knocking the wind from him as he was suddenly swung forward. His small body hit the wall with a thud, being pushed into it as if the bully was aiming to make as flat as a pancake. Another fist was raised yet before it could connect with its target, a strangled shriek was heard.
"Exactly, What is going on here?!"
A caretaker stood in the doorway, foot tapping against the floorboards as the clacking sound echoed and rung within Blue's ears. The bully yanked him upwards and threw him upon the corner, not exactly caring for the thud that followed suit as he crossed his arms over his chest and stormed off, getting a earful from the woman as he did so. Slowly turning, she frowned and inched closer towards Blue who was too busy rubbing his bruised arms and stomach.
His eyes flickered over and for a moment, they seemed to brighten only to return back into their dull state as he realized the exact reason why the woman was frowning in the first place. She had her hands on her hips, frown still in place yet eyes absolutely livid. Her lips parted open to speak yet Blue could only choke back a witty retort at the accusations flying across the woman's tongue as if she was sonic the hedgehog.
"I can't believe you were fighting! Haven't the punishments taught you enough?! Or are you just that arrogant that you believe you have the right to break every rule we give you?!"
Blue could only roll his eyes to face the ceiling of the room, batting his eyelashes in a innocent manner as if he was mocking the woman not that she noticed. His fingers traced against the cushion as the woman continued her yapping like a chihuahua. After a while however, the woman turned on her heels to walk off but not without warning Blue about telling his original caretaker, not that it would really help as in his opinion, All the caretakers in the clinic were nothing but a waste if they couldn't even do their job right.
Scrambling off the cushion corner, Blue's eyes scoured around the area, noticing the bookshelves which were filled with books, the three chairs that were all different colors along with a sofa in the upright corner. The whole room was covered in diamond carpet and seemed to stop outside of the doorway where the caretaker had just vanished through. He stayed there for a moment, teetering back and forth as he tried to remember what was the initial reason of coming here.
The reason itself appeared only a second or two later as a boy skidded to a halt, slipping across his own two green alien socks and tripping over the edge of the carpet only to land on the floor with a dull thud. Blue blinked down at the boy who scrambled to stand up, ignoring the fact that he had probably made a fool out of himself as he bounced on the tips of his toes.
"Are we really doing this? Isn't it bad? Won't we get punished? I'm not trying to back out or anything, I mean, I like playing with you, it's real fun and you're really nice, unlike what other people have been saying, did you know that I lost my tooth yesterday? Or well I got it knocked out of my mouth but it was a baby tooth so it doesn't matter! I have it underneath my pillow though so the tooth fairy can come and take it! Hey, do you believe in the tooth fairy? Or Santa? Or maybe even magic? I like magic! Hey, are you excited? We'll be watching Nanny McPhee! I love that movie! I watched it over six times already or well I snuck down to watch it when I was with my family but now we get to watch it without getting yelled at and it's just really fun to hang out with you! You remember my name right? I mean of course-"
The fast paced speed rambles of the young boy suddenly ceased as Blue had leaned forward, pressing his finger against the boy's lips to close them shut as his eyes blinked softly, eyelashes tickling his skin which only caused his nose to twitch. He had his head tilted, having caught every word that the bouncing boy was saying before biting his cheek with a nervous glance at the carpeted floor.
He frowned for a brief second before suddenly shaking his head and removing his finger from the boy's lips once he was certain that he wasn't about to start rambling. Wiping his fingers across his sweater, he tilted his head to the side once more and shuffled his socked feet against the floor as he thought about the day's activities.
"Blue.."
His eyes flickered upwards at the nervous mention of his name and he rose one eyebrow only to notice that the boy was rubbing his left arm. Tilting his head to the side even more, he brought his lips into a thin line and walked forward. Grabbing the boy's wrist, he pulled him over, stepping back so that they didn't crash into each other.
"Need something, Finley?"
Finley froze, suddenly noticing how close they were which wasn't that hard to miss with Blue being three to four inches taller than him and holding his wrist so that he was facing his chest instead of simply standing a few feet away from him. The boy's freckled face went red as his thoughts went into overdrive, shaking his head Back and forth, Finley teetered on his toes, suddenly becoming as silent as the wind.
Blue blinked owlishly for a few before letting go and rubbing his wrists. He stayed silent, if only for a few minutes before tilting his head to the doorway, lips pulled into a thin line.
"Come on."
He didn't wait for Finley to answer as he marched away, yet hearing the footsteps behind him and the sudden voice of Finley exclaiming how this was going to be such a fun adventure only helped to ease the tension that he built up within his small body just a little.
His eyes darted around, lips pulling into a frown as he swiveled his head left and right. His hair stood on end and his shoulders were stiff as he whirled around suddenly, scaring the hell out of Finley who made a girly, high pitched shriek that Blue was certain could have made him deaf.
"I think we're being watched..."
"Righty Oh! Who else would take some of their own free time to stalk two little bratty lovebirds?"
A tall boy stood in front of the backdoor, arms across his chest and a smirk grazing his tan face. Blue could only blink up at him, trying to estimate how long it would take until he was able to eat without vomiting yet his eyes continued to flicker towards Finley, narrowed and filled with a foggy cloudiness as he mulled over his thoughts.
The girly shriek was what snapped him back into reality as the sun's heavy rays shone into his eyes causing a hiss of pain. A thud resounded in his ears as his hands scrambled upon the grass to push himself up, turning around, Blue heard the laughter of the teenage boy as well as the door slamming shut and locking for good measure. He twisted upon the ground, hands running across the dirt as he tilted his head upwards and leaned back so that his arms were the only thing supporting him.
The peace didn't last long however as Finley sat on his knees right near the boy, he wasn't rambling but the constant poking didn't really help Blue and his concentration as much he would have liked. Blinking one eye open, he rose a eyebrow at the sheepish looking male who was rubbing his left arm again and trying to smile despite his whole face becoming a tomato.
Blue sat up, reaching forward to grab at Finley's collar and pull him over with a head tilt and his eyes suddenly gaining a glint of mischief. Letting go of the boy's collar, he scrambled to his feet and regarded the backyard they had just been thrown into, suddenly whirling towards the still silent and red faced Finley, he opened his mouth, words coming out like the satisfied purr of a cat.
"Say, Finley, Do you want to help me with something?"
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