1 One - My Forgotten Soul

Being a Law student didn't come with any positives apart from the fact you get paid well, once you get the actual job that is; Lawyer, Judge or Barrister. Studying wasn't the hard part what was hard is that I didn't have anyone beside me like everyone else, my grandad technically was the only person that I had in my life, he is enough but he doesn't enjoy law as much as my mother used too.

As I make toast I pass him the plate gently so he doesn't drop it from his weak skinny hands, "don't worry about getting crumbs on the floor pops I can clean it right after okay?". He ate happily as I turned the football on the tv for him, his favourite team since youth was playing I know this will give him glorifying nostalgia. I began to wonder as I sat there beside him; what sort of life did my grandad have? Or my great grandad? Or great great grandad? Did they manage to pull threw and build their home. I leaned on my hand and fantasised all of the things that I desire. Greed is an awful thing and it really showed within me.

As a child I was afraid of the dark, just like all the other children in the nineteen-seven-tees due to to the stories that the old men across the street would tell us, "the man with the bag is coming to get ya kids!". But the reason why I had told my mother my fear of the dark it was mostly because I new I was alone, she would be kind enough to let me stay with her and I would feel a soft warmth in my heart from her comfort. To think this now I have come to a conclusion that I am living my fear now, loneliness.

After my lecture in the following day my neck received a shiver down my spine commanding me to smoke a cigarette, I had acquired a gold leaf box from a shop near my grandfathers care home. Smoking was not what my lungs where used to and it resulted in coughs of pain punching my chest not too hard.

"That isn't how you do it mister", an angelic voice spoke to me and I turned my head to a blue dressed small lady with tall brown boots up to her knees. Her hair was short and light red it almost looked like a honey colour, "aren't you a little too young to smoke?" I had asked her as she grabbed one of my cigarettes from the box I was holding. "Isn't it too late for your first time smoking mister?", she giggled lighting it and I nodded.

"Touché"

According to the lady I was not smoking correctly and she told me I had to breathe it in and let it sit for some time than exhale slowly. Her eyes where dark blue with grey strings connected to her olive pupils, "And what's your name mister?". "Michael Belgium" she looks at me exhaling gently with a slight sparkle in her eye. "Mister Belgium" she laughs and snatches my hat placing it on her head as she skipped backwards and ran off.

"W-wait! What is your name!? My hat! I need my hat!"

My hand reached for her but it fell gently, I had realised that I didn't feel alone for those two minutes with her. My heart didn't even desire for the hat back all I had wanted was for her to keep It, at least someone could remember who I was in this awful world. Grandad Will was already asleep on his coach by the time I got home so I decided to tidy his things then put him to sleep in his old bed.