My Head Hurts
My head hurts. I don’t know why my head hurts. I can’t move my hands. I wish I knew what was going on. It’s dark. It stinks. It’s hot. Why does my head hurt? I wish my head worked better. Sometimes I can think and think and not get anywhere. I wish I was smart. Maybe if I start at the beginning I will know why my head hurts so bad. I close my eyes tighter and think really, really hard.
I woke up. My mommy was calling my name. She said that Officer Joe was at the door and needed to talk to me. I like him. He talks to me like my mommy does, like I am smart like him. He said that a bad man took another little girl. He said he knows that I can see stuff nobody else sees and he wanted my help. Mommy and me and Officer Joe rode in his car to the police office. There were important men there they all had suits on and big badges and bigger guns. Joe called them FBI. Mommy said I didn’t have to look at pictures. She looked sad. She looks sad a lot.
The pictures were of little girls. Some of smiling faces. Some of blank faces with staring eyes. Then there were pictures of dolls. Little dolls with black button eyes and blank faces. I think the girls were all dead. I felt something in my head then but it didn’t hurt. I felt my face get wet. I told them all those girls were dead and that a bad man killed them. I told them he killed them in a dark smelly place. A big man in a dark suit showed me a little doll with black eyes.
When I touched the doll I could see the little girls, the bad man, the dark smelly place and a knife. I remember my mommy holding me. I cried. I don’t like to cry. I am not a baby. I am not a baby and when I cry I get mad. Then the big man in the dark suit said something mean.
“So you think this retard can help us?” I think that is what he said. I ran away. I can be fast when I am mad. I could hear my mommy talking loud and I could hear Officer Joe say mad things at the man. They were busy being mad. I just ran. It was getting dark and I was lost. Is that when my head hurt? It hurts now.
There was a little girl missing and a bad man had her. I could feel her in my head. I could see the bad man but he was just a big dark shape. I could smell the dark smelly place. It was all in my head as I ran crying. I turned a corner into a dark alley. I could smell the garbage. I could see somebody in the alley. That was it.
I am happy that I can finally remember. That was when my head got hurt. I remember now, the bad man hit me.
I open my eyes again now that I remember. When I do, I see a little girl. She is holding a little doll. Both have dark eyes like buttons. I don’t think the little girl can see me anymore. They both have blank faces. She was dead. If I was smarter or faster maybe she wouldn’t be dead. Maybe I could have saved her. That makes me cry, again.
I can hear Officer Joe and the big mean FBI. They are yelling, “You hold still.” I roll over to look and they both have their guns pointed at a man. The man says, “I can’t believe a retard found me.” The big FBI pushes the man’s face into the mud and yells, “You shut up. He is a good kid.” Officer Joe and FBI were fast and smart, lucky for me.