Laugh

Through his seven years in this orphanage, Seven had never forgotten the old rusty swing that he remembered to be in the front yard when he first arrived. It had soon been removed before he had the chance to try it out himself but he often dreamt about it.

In his dreams a place where he was free to move. Free to jump rope like a normal kid, to skip and laugh like.

Laugh.

He couldn't recall where he had done such a thing. Why would he do so anyway? He grew up with an addict mother and a deadbeat father who died from lung cancer earlier than expected. His life had been filled with constant dread since the day he was brought into this world kicking and screaming.

To be anywhere but here was what he wanted. It was why he treasured the times he was able to sleep. Might it be nightmares or peaceful dreams of a different life. He treasured it all because it was anywhere from the reality he was currently in.