<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/lonely-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>age 7<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/normal_78-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>age 17<br/>name: Ricky Mantel<br/><br/>Ricky walked down the streets towards the railroad tracks. He always walked the long way home even though the tracks took him past the power plant. The power plant rested on the outskirts of town. It was abandoned except on certain nights when it was used by drug chemists. However, you looked the other way and walked quickly...nobody paid you attention. He walked alongside the railroad tracks. Tonight was turning out to be a long day. A very long day. He was going be hurrying past the abandoned nuclear power plant. This was usually the day that the drug lords were at the nuclear power plant. It was a meth lab whenever the drug lords used it. Not every day so it wasnâ€™t always dangerous. He continued to walk along. He hoped deeply that there was never an explosion at the nuclear power plant because that mix of radioactive chemicals and drugs could cause weird or dangerous side effects or accidents when it did.<br/><br/>As he was walking past the power plant he began to smell something burning. It was a mix of sulfur and chemicals. He hurried along faster when the fire alarm became blarring inside the power plant. His gaze shot to the powr plant which seemed to be erupting in flames. Sounds of small explosions inside could be heard. Followed by screams and an even more worrisome sound...bigger explosions. He began running trying to get away from the power plant before all hell broke loose. He was almost there when the power plant exploded and chemicals, fire and radioactive power shot past him. The explosion shooting out in all directions. He was caught in the back side outward explosion. He screamed in agaony as he felt every bone in his body beginning to tear apart. It was like his atoms were tearing apart. Like he was going inside out. The pain was excrutiating. He screamed in pain.<br/><br/>He was beginning to lose consciousness. The darkness taking over his mind even as his body seemed to do a side show. There was two hims, his inner child and his real self, they were side by side with each other. His real self on the left. The inner child on the right. Suddenly they melded together and switched. The image of the inner child soon appeared on the left. The real him on the right. Then they connected as one. The inner child on the outside. As his scream faded and the blast of explosion died down and fizzled out...all that lay where the teenager had been was the body of a seven year old boy. Laying there limp but still breathing. No sign of the explosion remained other than a charred and falling apart power plant...and the burned ground in all directions. The boy was covered in dirt and an icky substance. Sunlight came over the horizon and still the â€˜childâ€™ lay there unconscious. Smudges on his face like he had escaped a fire. His clothes had holes in places and looked way to big for him.