Never been so alone [Nayely]

[Kayleb]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-family: rod; font-size: 10px; color: 121212; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: 100; float: left; width: 120px; word-spacing: 1px; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; border-right: #8daa00 DASHED 3px; background-color: ececec; height: 334px; ] [/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; overflow: auto; float:right;]Alone. Completely alone. The child was so tiny hardly anybody even noticed him wandering fearfully through their city. Sightless green eyes were wide, tears gathering in his eyes. Mouth partially open, no words came out. Only whines and whimpers. Stepping unevenly, it seemed he would fall at any minute, and between his blindness and his fear, he might just fall. It was likely, his balance was horrible. Especially with his age and disability. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know what he could actually trip on. It could be anything from a little rock to another person's foot. He sure hoped that he wouldn't trip. He did a lot, it always hurt no matter where he was. "Mama!" His fearful voice came out as a squeal. A loud, high pitched squeal that hardly sounded like anything, but rang back through his ears almost painfully jumbled with the rest of the noises of the city around him. The child knew screaming hurt his head, but still he screamed. "Mama! Mama!" He also knew his mother would never come back. Nikolai had made that clear. Mama would never come home, and neither would papa. Home wasn't even what he was used to anymore. Home had been in some creepy new place, with Nikolai. A large man who protected him, but did not act like a friend of any sort. He was always angry. "Anybody?" His voice got quieter, softer. He was even more scared when nobody at all responded to him. He stopped moving, closing his eyes and pulling at his shirt. He shouldn't have left Nikolai... but that man was so boring. He didn't want to listen to stories, or play games. He was no fun. The little blind boy took another couple steps forward, shaking some. It was getting a little later, a little colder. He moved quickly, too quick for his little legs. Catching a crack in the sidewalk, he fell face first to the concrete. Kayleb let out a loud scream with tears finally falling down his face. He didn't scream words, he was hurting. Sure he probably wasn't even bleeding, but he was scared and it hurt! The boy didn't bother to get up, just sitting on the ground and wiping at the tears on his face. He didn't want to be hurt and alone for long. It was scary. Too scary. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ] words; 397 | to; Nayely | notes; ((He's loud? And in her neighborhood. Sorry its short.)) [/style]

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[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"I had two cupcakes, and then I ate one! Now I only have one!" Pink frosting was squeezed out of the little, steel nozzle at the tip of the white baggie. The frosting was mounted at the top of the cupcake. She only smiled wider as she finished the final cupcake out of the dozen she had baked. Delicious, she thought excitedly. Would her grandmother be able to eat it? Maybe a bit. But today was not one of her good days, the blonde girl feared that perhaps it would be the last as well. But she always feared that the bad days were the last days. Doctors no longer came to the flower shop for her grandmother. The old woman resisted all tries to drag her into the hospital. She had demanded (and rather loudly at that) that if she was going to die, she most certainly wasn't about to go in an antiseptic room.  Her grandmother was a fearsome woman. And she knew it. Regardless, Nayely cared for her much. Sometimes, the elderly woman feared that she took too much of the younger girl's time. Perhaps that was why Nayely had so few friends, the woman feared. But she never complained. She never once complained that she couldn't go out into the town. She never once complained that she couldn't be with her friends. It was lonely, Nayely knew. But it was nothing that could be helped. She set down the frosting onto the counter top. "Cleaning, cleaning!" The florist sang, walking out to the front of the shop with her arms swinging from side to side.  Chore one was to sweep the front of the store. Nayely grasped the handle of her trusty broom and swept up the front doorstep of the flower shop before spying a particularly odd figure walking closer. Small. Extremely small, actually. She tilted her head to the side, a bit confused as she only stared. It was a child, she noted. Mama? Mama? Was he lost? Nayely moved to set down the broom, dusting her hands off on the denim skirt she wore. "Ne, ne. Stay there...!" The poor thing had gotten stuck in the crack in the sidewalk! That crack had betrayed her before too!  The blonde rushed over to the blind child, slender digits picking up his small hands. "Ne, ne, ne. Are you okay?" She asked, careful not to speak too loudly. She might scare him, she thought. Nayely lifted a hand, brushing away the falling tears from his eyes. She poked the boy in the cheek. "Smile. Smiiiiiile. You'll feel better!" Nayely giggled, adjusting her hat quietly as she observed the other. She pulled her arms back to her sides, tilting her head to comprehend a bit more. Light green eyes. That meant one of two things, she thought. Either he was blind. Or maybe he had some kind of cool super power! ...probably the first but still. How cool would that be?  "It doesn't like you got any scrapes are bruises. Are you lost?" [/style]

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[Kayleb]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-family: rod; font-size: 10px; color: 121212; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: 100; float: left; width: 120px; word-spacing: 1px; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; border-right: #8daa00 DASHED 3px; background-color: ececec; height: 334px; ] [/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; overflow: auto; float:right;]Now as he sat on the ground, the young boy finally heard a friendly voice. Somebody who noticed him. He was told to stay, and with no plans to get up and move, he did. He was too busy crying and freaking out to even try to stand back up. Face wet, he shook and sat right where he was at. She would have to come to him to even talk to the scared little boy. Not that he necessarily would have a lot to say right now. He sure could talk on a normal day, but hurt and upset he would never even make a real sentence. Kayleb lifted his head when he heard her footsteps among the rest of the people who just walked around him. This female stopped close by him. The boy closed his eyes, whining even before she took his hands. Kayleb whimpered, sitting up a little to move closer to the one kind person around him. If she came over so quickly, she had to be good. She must care, being gentle and quiet. Sniffling, he shook his head to her question. "N...no." His squeaky voice was quiet as he closed his eyes. He didn't feel good one bit. He had to honestly answer that. He was not okay. The boy didn't shy away from her hand as she cleaned up his face, only flinching at the poke. He whimpered, rubbing his cheek gently. He shook his head when she asked for a smile. There was nothing to smile about. He was hurting and lost, he thought she knew that. Still, her sweet voice and childish giggle pulled a slight smile to his mouth. His mouth twitched a little as he sniffled. This stranger was the kindest person he had met in the last year and he just couldn't figure out why, but he was as thankful as a six year old could be in such a situation. Lost? Was he lost? Kayleb gave a nod. "I... I lost... don't know where to go..." He whined, shaking and slowly pushing himself to stand up. Wobbly, he stepped closer. "Nowhere to go home. I alone." He sniffled and hiccuped. Being who he was, he moved closer and leaned against her, hugging her around the neck. He whimpered. "I scared." He said quieter. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ] words; 386 | to; Nayely | notes; (()) [/style]

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