WAKEFIELD, COLTON

COLTON WAKEFIELD

Nearly eleven years seemed to have escaped him after the death of his mother. Still sometimes, it felt as if these eleven years were just yesterday. Other days he had those moments where he would have to really concentrate to even bring his mother's face back into view. Eleven years and now a grown man, living on his own with his best friend, he often wondered where the time had disappeared to. The death of his mother had been a depressing one; images still flooded his mind at night of his mother lying on the ground dead, in a pool of blood. Images of him hungry, running, and lost and having nowhere to go haunted him. But, images of Nate, and Nate’s family often came to his rescue because they were his heroes. They were the people that took him in after his life took a tragic turn, and loved him like their own...

A pencil was twirling around in his thick red-hair, before he let out a low groan. The man could not concentrate for the life of him. His stomach rumbling really did not ease his mind either, because rather than being focused in on working on his novel, he was focused on his stomach yelling at him. One of those annoying sounds, that affected not only his ears but his insides too, as if his stomach was eating him from the inside out. It began to consume him and that was when he forced himself out of his chair and let his stomach take over. It really was about time for some grub and maybe when his belly was full he'd be able to concentrate better. Or, he could always hope, it seemed to be a difficult writing piece considering he was working on a story that hit close to home. It was a story he dreaded writing, but a story he felt the need to complete, to give himself closure to his past.

Trudging out onto the streets of Hadley he placed his notepad between his arms, dictating where he was going to fill his stomach. He figured a quiet place would do wonders, eat, and work on his story it sounded like a good plan. Getting himself lost into a typical guy mind, he wondered about what he wanted to eat. Pizza? Hamburger? Chicken? Something good...so lost, he felt himself not paying attention to his surroundings as he felt someone brush up against him, and then express a sorry. Looking up Joe gave a soft smile, "It's ok.." but when his eyes met the girl and her looks he froze a bit. She of course, had kept walking but he gawked at her. She looked exactly like his aunt had...and he remembered a cousin that was four or five when his mother was killed, and this resemblance was uncanny.

Turning around, he quickly followed after the young girl not even proceeding to think what he was doing was creepy, not at the moment. He was more determined to get a closer look or he would be left forever wondering if this girl was his cousin. Sarah. Stopping at a window, he peered inside and his heart did a weird turn. Could this girl be Sarah? There was no doubt that she looked like his former aunt, and there was no doubt that she was around the age his cousin would be now. Before, he knew what he was doing he walked into the Restaurant she was at and walked over to her.

what the hell am i doing? he questioned himself. He awkwardly stood their standing at her before he snapped out of his trance. Now realizing that following her, and standing here would be deemed as creepy at this point. "I'm sorry," he paused, "I-I was just wondering if you had a quick moment to take a survey for the newspaper," pausing again, his face bright red, "About Hadley." he really had no clue to what he was doing, but he was taking it and running with it. What else could he do? Besides, hopefully it would ease his mind.