<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/He.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Laveen (la-uh-vee-nn)<br/>15<br/><br/>Laveen hated always being bed ridden. All he had ever known growing up was that he was sick. He had always been too sick to even leave the bed. One day his parents passed away and he wasn't even able to go to their funeral. His parents left him in the guardianship of their friends. These people were now his caretakers. Had been for twelve years. Everyone told him he would never make it long term. Those two told him he was going to die before he was old. They told him he would never walk. That he was too sickly to ever get better. While this all was seemingly true he didn't like it. They spoiled him and let him be bratty so he'd never really been told no. He'd never been argued with because there really wasn't much he really could do. So he was a bit spoiled but still treated like an invalid.<br/><br/>He was weak and frail. He couldn't even sit up without help. He couldn't sit up on his own. He hated it. He never had friends and grew up only knowing the influences of the adults. His caretakers made him feel horrible. They reminded him daily when he asked for things to do why he couldn't do them. Never let people his own age see him. The cook fed him when it was meal time and told him stories. Gave him books to read. The caretakers felt he couldn't do anything. Sure he was frail and sickly. Sure he was not even a bit strong. It didn't mean they needed to treat him like he was going to die. Like he would never get better. Even if it did seem to be the truth. They had given up on him ever getting better. So nobody tried to help him get better.<br/><br/>He screamed for attention. Yelling until the woman caretaker jenny came in. "What do you want?!" She demanded. "I want to read." "You aren't strong enough." "I want to read now!" He argued. "I'm afraid you aren't able to. You can't read you need to be resting." "I WANT TO READ NOW!" He yelled in a bratty sort of way. This continued until the woman gave up and pushed a book at him. He weakly moved it so it was angled so he could see it. Turning on his side and started reading it. The woman storming off muttering something about an ungrateful brat. The cook's sibling was arriving this day. He had heard the maids talking about it. Nobody ever came and just talked to him. Not since the cook was caught and had her job threatened. He was lonely and this made him act even more spoiled and brattier. He argued with everything. Threw fits when he was not given attention. If he didn't get his way he went into tantrums.<br/><br/>They always gave in when he did. They paid him attention when he did. Moreover he wasn't used to being talked to any other way then he was a child. Like he was not old enough to realize he was sick and wouldn't get better. He knew because of how they treated him. How often he heard the caretakers talking about it. How the man would wager how much longer he had to live. How the woman said he was getting sicker with no signs of ever getting better. This went into why he yelled and was bratty. Nobody ever talked to him like he was an equal. He was always treated like a simpleton or an invalid or a child.<br/><br/>The day passed until afternoon time. He called out. "HELLO? JENNY? RICHARD? HELLO?" He waited ten minutes and nobody answered. "I SAID HELLO!!!" He yelled out. The woman named Jenny stood outside his room. "You need to be sleeping. Now go to sleep." Laveen screwed up his face. "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE ME SLEEP!? WHY CANT YOU JUST SPEND TIME WITH ME?!" He yelled out in a fit. Coughing afterwards until the coughing fit passed. "You are sick and need rest." With that she walked off. He flew into a rage and started screaming. Until he ran out of air and then he ended up falling asleep.