Blissful memories

Chapter 2: Hello outside world!!


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Clement rubbed his weary eyes as he felt his entire body drift into dream land. 

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The brilliant rays of sunlight slipped through the rotting brittle wood cracks of the boarded up windows, they lit up the desolate and despondent rooms one by one, completely changing its gloomy and depressing atmosphere with a flourishing warm ebullient ambience. 

Endless shadows stayed vigilant and frightened as they hid their slender elusive bodies in the corners and crevices of the decrepit house where the light couldn't come, unwilling to go near the shining bright light.

In the center of the room, a young boy sat atop an ornate treen chair, he rested his pale white hands on his lap, almost like a cute little statuette collecting dust while it quietly stayed stationary atop it's itty bitty pedestal. His pale white hair moderately gracefully swung back and forth, swaying gently to the curious breeze that welcomed itself in through the holes on the roof. 

The boy wore a lifeless vacant expression, his uninterested gaze laid motionless on the wooden floor, seemingly staring off to the empty corners of the barren room like a soulless puppet toy with no mind to think with. 

As time passed by, golden beams of light shone through the tiny interstices of the roof, the dappled golden light entered the little boy's eyes, his eyes shone like a beautiful pair uncloaked from its veil of darkness. 

The boy's fingers slightly twitched as the beam of light reached his eyes, the boy slightly squinted his eyes as he felt the stinging pain of the light dwelled on his eyes for too long.

He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to relieve some of the pain from the dazzling light. As he rubbed his eyes, he noticed his surroundings looked a bit odd. 

Broken toys of all kinds sprawled on the wooden floorboards, it looked tragic to say the least, limbs and heads of the plastic toys torn off, miniature toy cars missing one or two of their circular wheels, tiny dolls having lost their cute small tutu dresses knitted with care. Little pieces of their remains spread out on the floor as if a little dispute had broken out whilst he was laying dormant. 

If it wasn't for the fact that toys couldn't talk, he would've heard their screams of anguish and pain fill the whole room, praying to their owners to give them a bit of reprieve. 

The young boy twisted his small pale fingers in rage as his gaze fixated at this horrific sight.

'Such a waste' the boy thought tragically to himself as he gave a piteous look at the broken toys. 

As his gaze hovered over the fragmented toys, he noticed a brown teddy bear slouched against the wall. 

He walked over to the brown colored plush bear, and lightly pinched its deflated stomach. 

'It's skinny and weak' the young boy whispered to himself as he saw his tiny reflection on the teddy bear's empty button eyes, within it held almost no ounce of life, the look of utter sorrow was plastered on the bear's fluffy face, it's tiny smile now a disappointing frown. 

'Wait…. I can fix this….' the young boy carefully looked around the room with the teddy bear by his side, his eyes shifted side to side as he looked around the unkempt room for something that might help him fix the teddy bear. 

As the boy frantically looked around in the room, his eyes stole a glance towards the ceiling fan attached to the ceiling above him, its mahogany blades spinning ever so slowly and abruptly stopping every few seconds scarcely sending a draft of cool air below it. 

But that wasn't the thing the little boy eyeballed at, it was the red object dangling on the edge of the blades, threatening to fall on the ground. 

"Hah! Found you~" the young boy turned his head at the basketball that laid on the wooden floor, he tightly grasped on the rubbery surface of the ball, its deflated appearance suggested to the boy that this ball had its air completely pumped out. 

The boy aimed the ball at the ceiling fan, and thr it at the red object dangling on the edge. 

A dull thud echoed throughout the room, the boy did quick strides towards the mysterious object that dropped on the wooden floor. 

What dropped on the wooden floor looked to be a sewing thread with a perfectly good condition needle with no rust whatsoever taped neatly on the top of it. The sewing thread had a rosy red hue and a plastic brown bobbin that prevented the thread from clumping on itself. 

"Just the thing I needed!" The boy exclaimed in immense glee as he pumped his tiny fists in the air.

"Don't worry little guy! I'll get you fixed in no time!" The boy smiled brightly as he threw a jovial thumbs up at the teddy bear. The teddy bear's eyes twinkled in relief as it heard the little boy's words of assurance. 

He lightly pinched the thread between his thumb and index finger, and carefully attempted to insert the thread in the eye of the needle. 

Only for it to stubbornly bend upwards the moment the thread came in contact with the elongated circle of the needle. 

"Carefully…. Carefully…." the boy whispered to himself as he carefully tried once again to insert the thread in the needle, his lips pursed in concentration as he focused on the task.

 

His tiny fingers slightly shook like elderly woman's hands as he felt his ever-growing impatience begin to well up inside him. 

"Cmon…. Cmon... cmon..." the boy carefully attempted again to insert the thread in the needle, like a perfectly sized glove the wispy thread finally entered the elongated tunnel. 

"Yes! Finally!....." the boy jumped around in glee as he celebrated his triumphant victory to finally finish that nerve-racking task. 

"This'll take a while" the boy began to collect the plush's stuffing sprawled on the floor, and bit by bit he managed to get them all. 

He turned to the teddy bear in his hand, and a hand full of cotton soft stuffings in his right hand; he began stuffing the teddy bear's stomach with it. 

Gently holding a tight pinch on the needle so as to not accidentally poke himself with the needle, and began carefully mending the plush's torn stomach, the blood red threads slowly intertwined with each other as he carefully stitched the bear's torn stomach. 

He softly hummed a soft melodic tune as his hands skillfully stitched the bear's stomach back together. Like an entrancing church hymn, passively making people feel like they've been lost forever to its dulcet melody as they subconsciously welcomed the soothing tune to fill their ears, savoring every bit of it. Succumbing to its beautiful sounds, wanting to listen to it, and resting their bodies to it. 

The red thread used to sewn the plush's torn belly danced like a slender serpent as the pointy sharp needle pierced the wooly fabric. After it was finished, Clement bit off the remaining thread attached to the bear. 

"There! good as new!" said the boy as he held the funny-looking teddy bear, it had a bloated round stomach that made it seem like it just ate a bountiful meal, the tear on its stomach now completely sewn shut, leaving a red thread trail intertwined on it. 

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"Hmm there's just something missing…. Oh I know!" the boy rummaged through the towering pile of toys, plastic limbs and various toy body parts flung across the room as he searched through the heap of broken toys. 

The boy smiled brightly as he pulled out a shiny red ribbon from the pile. 

He neatly wrapped the ribbon around the teddy plush's neck, after a couple of unsuccessful tries, the boy finally tied the ribbon on it. 

"Well look at you….. Pfft.. You look ridiculous!" the boy playfully laughed at the teddy bear, its goofy looking ribbon poorly tied, wrapping around its neck, if it wasn't for the fact that he used a ribbon instead of a rope, it would've looked like he was trying to choke the thing. 

"Welp, time to go outside" the boy ambled his way towards the mahogany door, the faint white light shined a bright blur outside barely visible from the frosted glass window. 

The boy lightly placed his pale white hands on the golden baroque door handle. He felt a little excited as he wondered what kind of wondrous adventures he'll have today. 

With the plump brown teddy plush by his side, he opened the door. 

The crisp white light enveloped his body, as its soothing and gentle warmth wrapped around his small body, the pleasant fresh breeze permeated through his clothing as it slightly ruffled his white hair. 

He was met with a pleasing sight of the outside world, endless acres acres of lush grown flowers, rows of colorful houses never-endingly extending, towering trees swaying to the tranquil breeze, birds chirping high pitched sounds as they flew about, lengthy biking trails that led endless places, and the never ending blue expanse sky fluttering by. 

The boy let out a cheery smile and breathed deeply as he took in the faint smell of flowers and pollen that wafted through the lush blossoming fields. 

"I reckon a walk wouldn't hurt, c'mon Mr.teddy bear!" the boy cheerfully moseyed down the biking trail with the bear plush in tow, occasionally attempting to do somersaults along the way. 

As he walked down the rocky rough road with a spring in his steps, he came across the neighborhood playground, he saw children around his age frolicking around with each other without a care in the world. 

He saw some of them playing pretend, they each held wooden swords that looked to be crudely made from tree branches and shaped using a sharp rock, they wore black eye patches that covered one of their eyes, occasionally saying "argh" enthusiastically every few seconds as they vigorously tried to hit each other with the wooden swords. While some of them were playing pretend, some of them were playing tag in the basketball court, chasing each other like a group of lively kittens, playfully trying to reach or overtake each other as they constantly ran away from the ones that were tagged.

He even saw some of them dogpilling on each other like a jumbled stack of cards. the kid in the very bottom, underneath it all, is probably unconscious due to the pressure above him and the limited air he's received from below. 

He was tempted to play with them but before he could join their playful roughhousing, he saw someone particularly familiar in the corner of his little eye, he saw a girl laying on a white and red checker patterned blanket staring off to the blue sky, as a few strands of her silky soft hair swayed gently to the wind, her strawberry patterned dress fluttered carelessly in the gentle breeze whilst she comfortably sat on a comfortable position on the ground. 

Almost instantaneously the boy's lips curled upwards, beaming a bright smile. 

The boy felt his excitement well up inside him, as he made a mad dash towards the girl. His navy blue shoes pounded across the lush turfs, creating dull thuds and causing the knee-high grass to whip against his leg as he darted through the fields. 

"Rosie!!!" the boy yelled out in pure exhilaration of seeing his dear friend. 

In response, the girl turned her head towards the all too familiar voice that called her name. 

"Clement?.." Rose slightly tilted her head as she watched Clement run towards her at full speed. 

"Clement… I think you might need to slow down!" Rose yelled out in concern, Rose noticed Clement was running a bit too recklessly, she noticed his gaze solely focused on her, not paying any attention to what's in front of him. 

"What?" Clement yelled out in a panting manner, due to his unsteady breathes and the sounds of his dull footsteps hitting the ground filling his ears, Clement was unable to hear her voice of caution. 

"I said you might need to slow down!" Rose stood up and shouted, almost reaching Clement's ears, but it was too late. 

"What?!" Clement shouted back in confusion. 

Clement at this moment was too distracted shouting back at Rose that he forgot to watch his running, leading to him stumbling on a rock and falling face first onto the ground. 

Rose immediately dashed towards Clement feeling immensely worried about him, she crouched down and gently cupped her hands on his soft cheeks, and carefully inspected his entire body determining whether or not he got hurt. 

"Clement are you alright?!" Rose voiced out in concern. 

"Ow I'm a bit hurt but I'm fine…" Clement nervously laughed it off and dusted off the dirt and dust that got on his hair and clothes. 

"Oh! How are you doing ros-" Clement abruptly cut himself off as he saw Rose on the brink of crying, tiny droplets of tears rolling down her cheeks, tears overflowing her eyes. 

"Wait wait, I'm fine see!?.. Look! I don't even have a single scratch" Clement said nervously, trying to prevent Rose from crying. 

"You should've been more careful.." Rose said as she wore a pouting expression. 

"uh…. Wait! weren't you having a picnic over there?! You think I can join you?" Clement said, trying so desperately to switch up the conversation. 

"Oh… yeah…. I was just about to eat the stuff I brought *sniff* it would be wonderful if you can join me.." Rose said as she wiped away her tears using the handkerchief in her pockets. 

"Great! Let's get to it!" 

On the way back to the picnic blanket, Rose carefully picked off the dirt and grime that stuck on his pale white hair, all the while lecturing him about why he should've been more careful. 

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