Run, run lost boy // open+joining // they say to me

[vellichor]

THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I WAS ALONE — Reus had been excited about this. It'd been months since the storm happened. He hadn't meant for it to happen. He'd just been playing with his big brother and then he'd grabbed his bandanna off. He did it all the time, it was just supposed to be a joke. Then he took off into the trees with it, laughing while he darted between them. It had started to rain but he didn't even look back. By the time he stopped and turned around, his brother and his ball was gone. He tied the black bandanna on to be sure he wouldn't lose it and began wandering back in the direction of what he believed was home. Apparently he'd been wrong though. When he came out, he was far away from camp and he didn't know how to get home. He'd started crying at the point and sobbed his family's names but in the end he'd been found by a group of travelling preforms. They told him they'd help him find his family, that they were sure they'd come across them in their travels. It wasn't that he became apart of the show until one day he said bless you about five minutes before she sneezed. Things only escalated after that, he was warning people about tripping over something they would only stumble into the next day and, one day, warned someone would forget to blow out a candle that night and one of the wagons would catch fire. Sure enough, a candle was found burning on the other side of their camp and was put out before it caught fire to anything.

Now, though, it'd come all the way around and he swore he could see ships in the distance. He finally decided to part from his band of travelers and made his way towards what he believed to be his old group, following the scent of the sea. Finally, he seemed to come to a border and he paced there for a moment. What if he was wrong and some horrible cannibals lived here that wanted to kill him and roast all his insides? He'd heard stories about things like that. What if this was where his family was but they were mad that he'd gotten lost and taken his brother's bandanna? What if they moved? What if they all died? No, he couldn't sit here just asking questions about it all. He needed to speak up. "Hello? Isanyonehere? Denny? Dad?" the blue eyed bengal yelled, his words speeding up and slurring together as they often did. He was certainly doing better with it than he had when he was little but it still had a tendency of popping up, especially when he was so anxious. — NOWHERE TO GO AND NO PLACE TO CALL HOME

"SPEECH"