they're bound to steal it away (OPEN)

[Cary Gene Masters]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] The soft click of his new boots echoed through the deserted hallways. The sound was almost obscenely loud in the silence and for whatever reason it made Cary feel anxious. Like he was making far too much noise amid the calm stillness. He slowed a little, he had almost started to quicken his pace but that would have caused a dramatic increase of the noise. He knew he was being strange, meticulous even but it put him on edge. Normal people don't think like this, he chastised himself. Stopping all together, Cary took a deep breath. There is not going to be anyone yelling at you for making too much noise by simply walking, you're being absolutely ridiculous. Wringing his hands for only a moment, he starts up again, some of the anxiety ebbing away. He's dressed in new clothing, nice clothing, as if he has somewhere special to go. It's not the case. His mother's way of coping and trying desperately to make it up to him is by buying him new, expensive clothing. The gesture is nice and while he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, it just makes him feel rather sick. Still, the Vivienne Westwood sweater is beautiful and warm. The clothing makes him think of home, of his mother and the parties they would attend. In a way it's comforting and exhausting all at once, almost every interaction with his parents so far have been tiring. They don't understand why they can't have the boy back yet, why he isn't magically better yet. After everything that happened, they still don't understand the severity. Cary shivers despite the warmth of the outfit he's wearing, he'd rather not think about Alexander. Not now. He can't have a flashback, he's gone a week and he's been doing well. Nails dig into his palm and he takes another deep breath. It's early but there is bound to be something at least mildly distracting on TV. Having originally been heading to the cafeteria, Cary changes courses and enters the rec room. It's empty and he smiles at the fact. Normally there would be at least another person playing with some of the puzzles or staring mindlessly into the television but luck is on his side. Striding over to the couch, he sits down, pulling his legs up with him and leaning against the arm for support. He settles on Animal Planet and watches happily as they go on and on about dog breeds. The tension leaves his body some more and he finds himself planning what dog he'll be getting once he's out. A Newfoundland for sure, gentle and huge. Plus, they're adorable. Though once Animal Cops comes on he feels a tad ill, he changes the channel to the History Channel and daydreams about his dog, thinking up names. It works, it really does. He forgets all about Alexander and the pain that comes with the memories. Light is beginning to bleed into the room, cut into strips from the bars and Cary decides he'll wait for lunch to eat. Twirling the loose fabric of his new sweater around his finger, he looks back to the TV and begins to pay attention.

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