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Operation: Clone ~Chapter one ~Leonard
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Chapter one ~Leonard
The day started like any other. I went downstairs, ate breakfast, which happened to be egg on toast that day. I ate alone, which I usually did. After I finished I put my plate on the drainer, thankful that my father wasn’t around yet to tell me what I should and shouldn’t eat. Then I went into the bathroom, had a bath and changed into some clean clothes. Then went back upstairs, to my room to wait for my father. It was easy for me to remember what I did that day, as it was what I did most days, except for the exception of making my own breakfast; I usually waited around for my father for that. It was just routine. Just like any other day. But this wasn’t just any other day. Not for me. It was my sixteenth birthday.
Now, for most people a birthday was usually good. A day to celebrate, get presents, stuff yourself with cake, a chance for you to be the centre of attention for just one day in the year. A day to be happy. To have fun. But I didn’t know this. Not then anyway. At this point of time I was very oblivious to the things going on around me. I didn’t have a clue about life. I didn’t know anything. I was pretty stupid if I must say. So, at this time I didn’t know this. I didn’t know that birthdays were fun or special or anything like that. I thought that all kids hated there birthday, that I was no different. I thought it was normal. Normal to hate your birthday. But I wasn’t like any normal teenager. I didn’t know it then, but I wasn’t. I never celebrated my birthday, never got a present, not even a card. I want able to stuff myself full with food and sick it all up afterwards. For me a birthday meant different. A birthday was bad. So, that’s why I sat there, up in my room, waiting for my father. Today, I decided I would be good. I’d do whatever they wanted me to do. It was easier that way. Would be easier to have this over and done with. It would probably only be for a few minutes anyway, and then I’d be asleep. I wouldn’t know what was going on, until I woke up that was. And anyway, everyone had to do this. Every year until they were eighteen. I was no different. Or so I thought anyway.
So I sat and waited. Waited and waited. I sat on my bed waiting for my father like the good boy that I was. Waiting for his footsteps on the stairs to let me know he was coming. There’d be no time for exploring today I thought. I wouldn’t even be able to slip out for just a minute. I wasn’t going to try to hide now; he’d have to find me some time. And I’d rather my father see me first then to have the doctor find me. My father was the best option always. That’s another person I’ll need to tell you about. The doctor. Doctor Kennedy Cox. Because without him this story wouldn’t exist. Without him I wouldn’t even exist. But I’ll explain about him later. First I need to explain my father. The man who loved me so much that it was scary. The man that thought that by keeping me safe he had to lock me away like a prisoner, that he was protecting me from the outside world and all its cruelties. But, what he didn’t realise was that the only person who could hurt me was himself. This room was my prison as well as my sanctuary. At times I hated it, seeing the same thing every day. Not being able to go beyond these four walls and not even feel the outside air. I wished more than anything to take a stand outside, would have a hundred birthdays in one day just to smell the taste of freedom, just to walk barefoot upon the newly mown grass, just to feel the rain hitting me hard soaking me through. I wanted it so much. It was all I ever thought about. Even thinking about it, reading what it was like in books wasn’t enough for me. It was the only thing I ever wanted, more than anything else. But it wasn’t possible; I had to stay here, in this rundown hospital. This place was a part of me; I’d grown up in it. It was impossible for me to leave it. Even being inches away from the door that would open the outside to me, even being near a barred window, even that would mean punishment for me. Severe punishment if the doctor had anything to say on it. Even thinking of what happened last week made me shudder, I didn’t want that to happen again. I was glad no one could know what I was thinking. At least I had my own free mind, which was the best I could do with. If it wasn’t for my mind then I’d have gone mad. I thought about the outside world all the time, it was the only thing that kept me going. The unknown I called it. Was it really as bad as my father would make out to be? I would never know. I knew that I would never see it, never feel it, never hear it. This place would be my home always; I would grow old in it. I was certain. I’d die in it. My body lost and forgotten, covered in dust and cobwebs. I would never be free. My spirit stuck here forever.
“Ollie” I sat up, realising that I’d gone into a trance. I did that sometimes, usually not at the best of times. I hadn’t noticed he’d come in, didn’t even hear his footsteps on the stairs. And, if you haven’t noticed by now, my name is Ollie. Oliver Leonard Miller. My full name. But everyone calls me Ollie. Just Ollie. Ollie miller. And this man in front of me now was my father. Leonard James miller. Looking at him now was like looking at my twin or a much older version of me. Our features were alike in many ways. His mop of untidy jet-black hair swept somewhat over his left eye. Just like mine did now, except that mine was slightly longer, covering most of my left eye. I was forever pulling my fringe out of my eyes, one of the many annoying habits of mine. I was in desperate need of a haircut one of these days, my father wasn’t that great. My hair colour was much like my fathers, only much darker. Silver streaks entwined through strands of his hair, his age showing through. There was also a faint streak of a light auburn, if you looked that close. Whereas mine was just black. Shockingly black. As black as the night sky. His eyes were usually a deep hazel brown with a tint of ivy green and gold that reflected best in the blazing sun. The same as mine. Although his eyes weren’t that colour today, they seemed different. His skin was as white as mine, paler even, his skin as cold as ice. He stood before me, his body soaring over mine, he was at least six feet tall. I was nowhere near catching up too him yet.
“Ollie! Are you listening to me?” he said clicking his fingers in front of my face. I looked up at him, guessing what mood he was in. it was always so hard to guess lately. His mood changed so quickly, so you never knew what you were expecting with my father. At times he’d be talking to me, telling me stories of when I was little, how much I kept him up at night, and how he’d always loved me since the first time he saw me. How he knew he’d never be able to let me go again. Not ever. His love was that strong. How he’d always protect me, keep me safe. Wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt me, no matter what.
The next minute he’d be shouting at me for some little thing I’d done and locking me up again in my room. I didn’t know which one I preferred. His usual hazel eyes were red and sunken, now that I’d looked close enough. Something else that I had noticed about him in the coming weeks. His brows were lowered, and his eyes looked distinctively low. He looked at me with thunder on his face.
He didn’t look in a good mood today. He towered over me, so close that I could smell his breath on my face. I covered my nose.
“Ollie? Are you being completely ignorant today?” No, he didn’t seem happy at all. I looked clearly at him now, thinking. Had I done anything lately? No, I didn’t think so. I could usually tell by his face. He was angry, but I’d seen him angrier. This was nothing. Id done nothing out of the usual that I could think of. And I wasn’t going to admit to anything unless I was sure that he knew.
“Yes, no. No. I fell asleep father.” I said, opening my eyes a little wider and blinking expressively. I lowered my head, looking down to the floor to avoid eye contact. I was trying to act the innocent, hoping he wouldn’t catch me out.
“Daydreaming more like. You shouldn’t lie Ollie.”
“Yes, I was thinking, about today……”
“Your always thinking you. What have you been up to now?” he asked me, pulling up my chin and looking into my eyes. He always did that. He always knew when I was lying.
“Nothing.” I said trying my best to out stare him and not to look away. But I couldn’t do it. I looked away, unable to look him in the eye.
“Then why the guilty face? You look shifty. Your keeping something from me.”
“No, honest.”
“It’s written all over your face. You know you shouldn’t keep secrets from your father Ollie. I’ll know eventually anyway, you never keep anything from me for long now do you? You’re a good boy. Anyway, happy birthday Ollie darling.” he said leaning over and kissing my forehead. His stubble prickling my chin. I shuddered at the word. Darling.
That was weird. It just didn’t sound right, didn’t feel right either. This is what I mean by his mood changing. He always did something unexpected, something I wasn’t expecting. I turned red, embarrassed. That was unexpected. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it wasn’t even going to happen.
“Thank you father.” I said, looking away from him. I went to wipe the kiss away, and then thought better of it. That was childish. I didn’t want him asking questions. I’d only make him angry.
“Right….” he said, looking more embarrassed than I did. I don’t think he was planning to do that.
“Your tea will be ready in a few hours. I’ll bring it in here for you. Have you eaten today?” he asked me his eyes boring into me.
“Yes.” thinking it was better to tell the truth. He’d find me out anyway. He always did.
“I made egg on toast.” I said smiling, hoping he wouldn’t mind. I didn’t see what was wrong. I’d cooked for myself, wasn’t that a good thing? It showed I could take care of myself, that I was growing up. But maybe he didn’t want that.
“Alright. I knew there was something Ollie. But next time you’ll wait for me, or have nothing at all. Your not to go wandering, the bathroom and your room, that’s all you should go. And I don’t want to see otherwise. Ok?”
“Yes father.” I said, hoping he’d leave the room and forget about it. I couldn’t promise anything.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On July 28th 2008 Natalyi Said : | |
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great |
| On July 21st 2008 palmtrees16 Said : | |
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nicely written. :) |
| On July 20th 2008 PorshaS Said : | |
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nice kmp |
| On July 13th 2008 helen1789 Said : | |
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amazing i am total suspense :O |
| On July 12th 2008 XBeckinessX Said : | |
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Oh my god! What could happen next?!
I've NO idea! |
| On July 7th 2008 tece26 Said : | |
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ughhh... What is going on?! Why is he locked in an old hospital? What is up with his father? I need answers. |
