As I looked out of the window of my family's van I couldn't help but smile. I was so excited! We were going to visit my Aunt Laura and my Uncle Clay. I was named after Uncle Clay because my Dad and Mom decided to have at least one of their kids named after a relative. I was the oldest of my siblings and looked the most like my uncle out of all of them. I admit, I don't look much like him but still.
After a few hours of just hanging out listening to the adults catch up and my siblings playing with the young cousins I felt like exploring. I walked up to my Mom and asked if I could. She said yes but as long as I'm careful and can still see the house. I nodded my head and walked out, ready for an adventure. I walked out the door wondering what awaited for me. I started walking along a small dirt path leading to the forest. A small humming-like tune came from my mouth as I crept along through the shadow covered path. I looked up to see a robin sing a beautiful song while sitting on a tree branch. I smiled. The song was sweet to my ears. I then looked down to see a squirrel cross the oath while carrying something in it's mouth. Then as I came into a decent sized clearing, my eyes grabbed hold of something. Wolves. A whole pack. I counted about six. Goosebumps came up on my neck, arms, and back. And beads of sweat dotted my neck. The wolves seemed to me looking for something. They constantly looked into the forest and their ears twitched often. Then he appeared. A man came running out of the woods. He wore dark clothing and was holding some sort of metal box. The wolves stared at him and a few started slowly creeping up closer to him. The man didn't notice. That or he just didn't care because he set the metal box down at ted messing around with the buttons and nobs on it's surface. Then as he finally messed around with then enough he stood and yelled at the wolves.
"Scat you beasts!"
The wolves growled and walked up closer to him... Then... One of them noticed me. It growled and soon enough the other wolves and the man noticed me. The man looks st me and narrowed him eyes.
"Is this you place here?"
I shook my head.
"It's my uncle's."
"Well sun, let me tell you something. Your uncle is a terrible monster. He thinks he's protecting people but he's not. Cops aren't what you think they are. I've been in jail for six years, having never seen sunlight while I was there. I hate that man. And he's going away. And so are you."
With that he bent down and pressed one more button on the machine. Then some sort of timer started.
"Have fun, kid. You only got about a minute left in your little life anyhow."
I started breathing heavy. It was a bomb! Then the man yelled at the wolves again, louder this time. That was the last straw. They started attacking him... And me. Their claws felt like knives against my skin, their teeth like shared of metal. I screamed in pain as one clawed me deep in the back and I helplessly collapsed to the floor. I looked at the bomb who was blabbering away the countdown as if it were naming stupid random facts.
"Eight, seven, six..."
Tears, blood, and dirt stung my eyes and wounds while the man tried to fight of the wolves. He then got slashed across the face with the claws of a rather large wolf. The claw marks turned red with blood and the man stared at me for a moment, then he ran off and disappeared in the woods.
I watched helplessly wounded on the ground as the bomb said it's last words.
"Three, two, one."
If only young Clay knew what would have happened that day. After the bomb exploded and transformed into a small sized blow, Clay became badly injured. The explosion was spotted by Clay's family and the first thing in their minds was Clay. They all went out searching and quickly found that some of the land was destroyed. When Clay's Mom, Dad, and uncle found him everything turned from terrible to worse. When Mrs. Anderson saw her son lying helplessly with burns, bruises, blood, and gashes she screamed. She ran towards her oldest baby as fast as her tired legs could. She crashed to the floor and cradled her injured baby. Tears stung her eyes as she listened to her husband's voice as he called for the police and an ambulance.
At the hospital Mr. and Mrs. Anderson sat helplessly in the waiting room. Clay's other siblings had been sent to spend some time with Mrs. Anderson's parents while they stayed with Clay at the hospital. Though 'with' is a very strong word. Hey hadn't seen him since he was wheeled into the white and red ambulance. Then as Mrs. Anderson started moving away from her husband's arms which she had been in for some time, the doctor appeared. With eyebrows raised Mrs. Anderson jumped from her cushioned seat on a waiting room chair.
"Clay! How is my Clay?!"
With a sad face the doctor led Clay's parents to the room he was in. The doctor wanted to so badly keep the pain that he knew would come to this couple away from them. He had seen it many tines before and it ripped his heart every time he saw the faces of the parents. He stopped in front od the door and turned to the Andersons. He down at the ground for a moment, afraid that the words that needed to be said wouldn't come out of his mouth. But he gulped and looked up at them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson there is something I need to tell you about your son. You see, his condition is...," He would have to choose his words carefully, "... Poor. I want to prepare you for what you are about to see."
Mrs. Anderson's eyes were wide open with longing to see her baby.
"Just let us see him! Please... Let me see my baby."
The doctor gave a silent sigh and nodded, preparing himself for something that he knew Clay's parents weren't prepared for. He opened the door and led them to the bed in the room where Clay lay. Mrs. Anderson's eyes filled with tears again.
"Oh baby!" She said walking up to the sire of her bed and stroked Clay's burned face. Clay had burns, brusies, scars, scabs, and gashes all over his arms, legs, and back, as well as a few on his face. Mr. Anderson shook his head then looked at the doctor.
"You told us his condition was poor. A few cuts and gashes won't take long to heal. With a few stitches he'll be up on his feet playing with his friends in no time."
The doctor sighed and shook his head with his eyes closed.
"Mr. Anderson that's not what I meant. Your some he is-"
"Shh! He's waking up!" Cried Mrs. Anderson, yearning to talk to her son. Young Clay opened his eyes. He then looked around the room and blinked. Mrs. Anderson patted her son's wounded arm. Clay looked to the direction of the pat and then looked up, as if into space.
"Momma... Dad." He said, tears dripping out of his tired eyes. Then he paused and a scared, confused look crossed his face. Mrs. Anderson cried slightly too and smiled happily.
"Yes. Momma's here."
The smiled at her son for a moment and stopped. Clay hadn't spoken anything and he was still staring off at the wall in front of the bed.
"Clay? Can you hear me? Clay? Clay?!" She cried, terror stricken. She reached for Clay's face and turned it to face her. She to smile but she couldn't. Clay still had the strange almost dazed look on his face as If he didn't see her but only the wall behind her. As if he was looking through her.
"Clay? Can you hear me?! Clay!" She whirled her head toward the doctor.
"What's wrong with him?! What's wrong with my baby?!"
The doctor shook his head.
"Mam, that's what I was trying to tell you earlier. Your son... He's... He's blind and deaf."
Horror appeared on Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.
"What?! There must be something you can do! My son... My baby... He can't live a life like this. He was always a good boy. He had hopes... Dreams... He can't live like this... I...
Can't live like this. There must be something you can do." Mrs. Anderson looked back at her helpless Clay.
Mr. Anderson looked toward the doctor.
"Something! Anything! You must be able to do something." He cried.
The doctor nodded.
"There is one thing we can try. But I caution you. It hasn't been tested yet and there may be side effects, big or small."
The couple nodded their heads quickly.
"Yes, yes! Please, do it! Don't let our son live like this." Mrs. Anderson said gesturing towards Clay.
"Momma? Where are you? I can't hear anything. I can't hear my voice. I can't see either. Momma..." Clay said, tears in his eyes. His voice was shaky and his voice changed height often. That's what happens when you can't hear. And he couldn't see so he felt alone and couldn't even be sure if that hand... That body he felt next to him... Was even his mother at all...
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson watched as their baby was wheeled deeper into the hospital into a room with other badly injured teenagers with only one chance at a normal life.