Little Yume was only five when he found out about his wonderful gift. He could sing really well, and it made people smile .His dad smiled happily along with his older sister too because every time he sang, it sounded beautiful. As he got older, his appearance changed, and so did his voice, into something even better. He joined many competitions, and he always won first place in anything that was involved in singing. You see, Yume was happy as anyone could be.
Ring around the Rosie
Yume was twelve when he discovered the song called, “Ring Around the Rosie”. It had a lovely tune, and the rhythm was perfect for his voice to sing loudly, and so he did. As he sang it towards his friends, they suggested for him to sing it to everyone later in the talent show. Yume nodded and tried his best; everyone smiled and cheered for him. He won the competition, and he was happy about it. His family and friends were very proud of him, and ...view middle of the document...
He still remembered his favorite song, the one that won the talent competition.
A Pocket full of Posies
Yume always talked to the dolls of the people in his life, but he wasn’t bothered by it. In fact, he was just happier. That means he’d have people that would listen to him when he was annoyed, and someone to accompany him when he is scared or lonely. The only people he saw who were human beings were his dad’s friends. They would always greet him and feed him some food. Sometimes they were heaven, sometimes they were hell. Yume got heaven today, and munched onto the round, thick pancakes that had maple flowing through them. After that, they would shower him. Every day, Yume would wake up in clothes covered in red paint, because he would paint his dolls red. He never bothered to wash them, it was art after all.
We all fall down.
After he finished the shower, he would be taken care of by one of his dad’s friends. One of them was called White, and he was really friendly. He would always give him a paintbrush and another doll of someone in his life. They would paint together, always in red. Then, he would ask Yume to sing. The younger obeyed and sang happily, the other cheering while clapping happily. Yume sang his usual song; White would nod and say he has to leave but he would promise that he will come back the next day. Yume then would fall to sleep, because he knew his voice will guide him through his dreams. Then the next day, the routine would start over again, but Yume didn’t mind. He felt happy with his friends and family, also his new guardians.
“What do you think, Mr. White? Do you think he really has to go to the chair?”
“He’s a child, Dark. He didn’t know what he was doing.”
“Are you kidding me? Look at what’s he’s done.”
“Do you think we should tell him?”
“That his voice kills? What’d you think he’ll say?”
“I’m not sure. He’ll probably be the three wise monkeys. After all, he’s in solitary confinement.”
The two looked from the glass, across from the child. The bodies laid around him, as the boy slept soundly. Yume held the knife, his friends covered in red. And each one of them had a very, very large smile…. Each stitched across their face.