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The first thing he could remember was the dark. It was dark, cold, quiet. So very quiet. It was confined, lonely and he hated it, he hated it so much and it was so terrible. And then, red surrounded the room. It flashed, giving only moments of view of his surroundings. The boy was not yet too panicked, he felt rather okay. Until the noises started. It was loud, metal grinding against metal, gears moving. It made him jump, he hated the loud noises, he was afraid. It had then occured to him he did not remember anything. He did not know why he was here in this dark space with the red lights and the loud noises. He could not remember his name or where he came from. It made him panic, it was a dream, he was not truly here, he'd like to think.
And then the room jolted. It flung him across the room, into something hard, into the corner of something, a box perhaps. It hurt, he exhaled harshly, his arm flying to his side as a result. He was sure that was going to bruise. The room began to move, where? Upwards, it felt like. He was very scared, the boy wanted to go home. Home. He wondered what or where that was.
The boy was not sure how long he was sat there, legs tucked to his chest, making himself as small as possible. His back was pressed against the thing he had fallen into, he'd assumed it was a box by now. It was almost possible to fall asleep, if he weren't so confused and scared of course.
After a long period of time, the room came to a sudden stop. It had jolted him again, throwing him into the box once more and then forward onto the cold floor. He winced and sat up. The grinding noise were back momentarily and then, a loud beeping. Light began seeping through the crack in the ceiling as it opened up. It soon became too harsh of a light to look at. The boy could hear voices, excited chatter, sniggering or the occasional shuffling of feet. He looked up, using his hand to shield his eyes. The ceiling was now fully open, the noises got louder. More laughing, more noises. The room, or confined space, shook as someone from the above jumped into it. They said something to him, he could not comprehend it. His ears felt like they were stuffed full of cotton balls, everything was fuzzy, it was too much, overwhelming. He needed a break, he wanted everyone to leave him alone.
The stranger pulled him up and out of the box, he stumbled to not fall over. Eyes. There were so many eyes on him. Too many voices. Everyone was looking at him, laughing at him. He turned, twisted, the surroundings were confined, too. There were walls. It confined him. He was always confined. The grass or people did not help this situation, he was truly trapped. His heart hammered against his chest, his throat closed in. He could not live like this. Too much, he wanted quiet.
A weight landed on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and spin around, backing away so fast he almost fell over. They were talking to him too, the cotton buds got thicker and thicker. He wanted to run away, but he was frozen in place. The boy suddenly felt very sick, very faint. Darkness creeped in at the corner of his vision, and suddenly he could not keep it together anymore. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and everything went dark.
Dark. It was finally dark again. It was quiet, no voices or eyes to torment him. The boy was unsure about the dark. It was scary if you were to never leave the darkness, but to some it can be peaceful. He did not want the dark to fully consume him, but the world was too dark and too evil. He did not know what to think of humans, they stare and they judge and they laugh. Not that he can remember.
It was quiet, the darkness was heavy. His body felt like it was being dragged down by lead. The boy swore be could hear a voice. It was soft and gentle, it was calling to him. He wanted to so desperately reach out for it. But it was no use. It almost stung. The same tone, notes. An image sprung to mind, it was of a girl. He could not see the top of her head, it was too blurred out and contorted. Her smile was gentle, and her lips were friendly as they formed the word, the name she had been calling over and over to him.
Leon. That was his name.