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Azzo was settled back in his bed. Things to proceed the “terrorist” attack were very unhappy for him. As it were, his ribs were throbbing again, and he doubted they’d let him up to explore around. As they said he might could’ve done by the middle of the week.

The poor pup was stuck again, in a cold room, surgical white walls. And with no one to talk to. They’d said lights out and already turned off the lights. His honey-gold eyes were watching the snow fall. He wasn’t sleepy, he wanted to get out of this god forsaken hell hole. He wondered when his parents would get back, if they’d been around the hospital might’ve let him out earlier.

But they didn’t believe grams, though who could blame them. He’d been assumed dead for a year, or so they said. All the mentions of Barren Pines. All the mentions of the school, the cover up, the organ ring. His mind was left to its own vices. He was stuck listening to it. Something screamed wrong, but yet he had no reason to believe otherwise.

“If I don’t remember what happened, If I don’t remember the school at all... What’s to say it even happened?” He sighed, what was the name of his old high school, the one before this acclaimed, Barren Pines? “Besides that why is Grams living here happily? I always figured she’d hate the big cities. She’s use to living in the country. Where’s there are fields and crops and chickens and things.”

He sighed and shook his head, “So much has changed, yet here I am living, walking dead as they say.” He paused and shifted in his bed so he was sitting up more and took a breath in wincing as he did, “Everyone else is gone... I don’t know who I knew, or who I know... I’m probably the last one to leave.”

There was a hum as a nurse passed by, he finally slumped back down into his bed. “If only I had a coloring book. Or something to take my mind off these walls, it’s enough to drive a person insane.”

He was talking to himself, though he’d argue that as long as he hadn’t answered himself there was no danger in it. “And that monster... gawd, and that Melody girl... And ugh this is going to get way more complicated than I’d ever like for it to have been.”

He sighed, “Stupid parents.”

He wanted to get up and be able to stand and watch the snow fall. His thoughts would surely settle if he could. So when he was sure there wasn’t a nurse walking by, he sat back up. He was moving slow, then again with pain that hadn’t been worked out he always moved slow. Placing bare white feet on the cold floor he gave a small shiver as goose bumps along his arms. His hands were griping the side of the bed as he looked for a pair of slippers, surely they wouldn’t leave him without a pair.

But with a futile attempt he found none. So sucking it up he stood beside the bed then walked over to the window adjusting one of the hard chairs to face the window so he could sit there and looked out over the city with a sigh, his pale hands resting on the window sill.

He knew dates he’d missed, but what else had he missed, what things, what was important. He suddenly didn’t like knowing he wasn’t in control and had no idea what was happening around him. “That’s what I’ll do. I’ll catch up on the news.” He said with a stout nod. “Tomorrow... of course.”

He was looking at his reflection in the window before going back to staring at the street and the snow, “Tonight... I’d just like to watch the snow fall.”

At the nurses’ station he could hear one of the songs playing on the radio. It made his heart ache. But why?



But... Why does it make me sad... There's no reason for me to be sad....

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