Blue Smith :: D5 :: CBD #2
Dec 31, 2014 11:32:37 GMT -5
Post by ali on Dec 31, 2014 11:32:37 GMT -5
I am the boy who didn't utter a word for years and no one knows why. They asked me when I was found on the doorstep of the orphanage, a little 4 year old boy with bright blonde hair, chubby cheeks and covered in blood and soot. They asked me what had happened and I didn't move, they asked me again and I didn't move. When they asked me if I could hear them I nodded and then they asked me again "What happened?" and I didn’t move. They said I had PTSD, it was years until I spoke. I sometimes still dream about it, about that nights. It's a bit of a blur- the peoples faces and words- but it still hurts.
Problem with me not talking is that they don’t know for a long time where I came from, what my name was, or who my parents were. They dabbled over what to call me but eventually they settled on Blue because 1) my eyes are blue and 2) the ladies at the orphanage were fucking original. I don’t mind, Blue is a cool name.
Kids at school think I’m quite cool, tall and mysterious because I don’t talk much. I prefer the isolation than socializing with other human beings. Girls tend to stare, probably because I look more like a girl than most of them, with my heart shaped face and clean hair, and that I have acne scars from my teenage years; but I don't care what they think of me. I only dream, think of going to the stars, flying to the moon and looking back to the planet I lived on and going “Hey, I can see my house from here” laugh and then go on, into the unforgivable void of space and beyond.
codeword: odair
