Back and forth

Freedom a path Seven had given up on trying to walk. Without being educated end the orphanage and are receiving any other education anywhere else Seven couldn't see a reality where he would be accepted into society and offered a job or a secure future because without good looks and without education there wasn't much left for you in the world and he knew that. Seven had been pondering over freedom a lot recently. How would that feel? Where would you find it? Is it in death? Today was another one of those days. As Seven had come down with a disgusting fever that left him bedridden for more than half of the day. Being in an even more immobile and helpless State than usual wasn't something that Seven technically typically enjoyed.

In his groggy state, he sat up to witness the setting of the sun outside of one of the many windows in the sleeping area that he shared with half of the male population at the orphanage. usually, he would be awoken to loud talking and laughter but today was silent. Perhaps it was the constant ringing in his ears and his detached state brought on by his fever. Or maybe he was simply left alone today. Whatever it was it gave him a moment of peace before the noise was brought back again. Yet this time it was different; it wasn't simply the loud chatter amongst his counterparts that roamed the orphanage. No, it was something more pleasant than that. it was something that he had been waiting an entire seven years to hear once again. The faint sound of creaking, not just the creaking that you would hear from the floorboards overhead. No this was a special type of creaking. Seven allowed himself to lay back down and close his eyes, welcoming the peaceful sound that flowed through his ears like a classical music piece as he recalled the old rusty swing that once sat in the front yard. Oh, how he wished he could rock himself back and forth on that swing in the past. There was something that drew him to it, something that made it so important to him that he couldn't seem to recall just yet.

But that wasn't important at the moment as he was currently seated on the very thin seat of the swing grasping on to the rusty metal chains that held the swing up in the air connected to a single-pole above as he began to rock. Seven rocked

back and forth

back and forth

swinging his legs

front to back

Front to back with the creaking beginning to become more prominent in his ears. No longer in the faint distance, no longer out of his reach as he entered the downstairs kitchen area collecting one of the newly sharpened knives.

A knife he had spent a few months trying to get as pointy as possible often testing it on himself to see just how lightly you could slice where you could see blood.

With the wind in his short jet black hair the smell of smoke in the air he continued lifting himself higher and higher off the ground.

Back and forth

The head lady of the orphanage took a seat in her office as she scanned documents of children to soon enter her orphanage.

Back and forth

Her stomach growled, making her sigh and open one of her desk drawers to reveal her secret snack drawer.

Back and forth

Her search for her favorite candies came to a halt when a knock came on the door almost causing her to fall out of her chair. Who would dare? She turned to look at her clock seeing as it was already 11:49. Whoever was disturbing her would pay she thought as she closed her candy drawer and the knocking stopped. After waiting for a few seconds hoping the person had left her door and had gone away she opened the drawer again.

Front to back

That's when the knocking returned even louder than before. The sound echoed in her ears forcing her to slam her hands against her desk now feeling anxious. "What do you want" she practically yelled as the door began to slowly open revealing a certain black-haired child.

Front to back

"What are you doing here at this time little boy?" she asked licking her lips knowing that he made a big mistake to disturb her. "Don't you see I am pretty busy as it stands" she said gesturing towards the paper all over her messy desk.

Front to back

Almost as if remembering the fact that the kid is mute she groaned putting her head in her hands at his lack of response before looking back up catching the child's eyes.

There was something about them this time.

She had seen them plenty of times before as they stood high above him attempting to deliver only pain and sorrow to his life. She knew that by doing that he would be too afraid to even stand before her in such a way much less give her such...

Such an intimidating stare that sent her shivers down her spine. The hair on her skin body rising

What was this???