Alone: Never Again

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....Continued from Alone: A Sad Past

“Time’s up!” Elias presently said, suddenly becoming aware of time. “We better go back.”

Reluctantly, the boy followed him back. But when they reached the bench, solid black under a lamp post, no Halie was there; it was as empty as they had left it. Elias, tired and nauseated from the rides, almost broke down if not for the presence of the smiling boy.

Alone: A Sad Past

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.... Continued from Alone: A New Friend

“You’re special,” the mistress of the House had said the first time he came. “Don’t fear. We will help you. We’ll give you all the joy and love and goodness in this world.”

Young Elias, clod in rags, with eyes swollen and bruises all over his tiny body, had been frightened of the fat lovely woman, of the friendly children around him, of the enormous house. Everything had been too horrible. Even in his  bed, his first bed, soft, scented and clean, he had been crying, hearing howls and screams, seeing hands hitting him, tasting blood in his mouth. He flinched from touch; he hated people. Those early days, he had been uncontrollable.

Alone: A New Friend

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He looked at his watch; nearly half an hour had passed since he came. She’ll be here soon, he thought anxiously.

“Are you alright, sir?” a boy beside him spoke up, breaking his reverie.

“Why, yes,” he quickly replied, surprised to see someone who he had not noticed before. “Why’d you say so?”