childlikemind

Once they get her up, relief runs throughout Dallas's body.

  "I'll go find one of the adults," he says as he stood up.

His body tensed back up.  Dallas run back over to the railing, seeing Jackson's body on the ground.  His face went pale as a cold sweat ran down his face.  The boy ran down to Jackson as fast as he could.

  When Ms.China came up behind Dallas, he looked up with a blank expression.  He looked back at the lady at the door and lightly bowed his head before leaving.  As the boy did so, he past by Alison who was making her way to Ms.China.

"Good night." Dallas watched Alison leave before closing the door, the lights shining through the cracks of the door slowly growing smaller.  Hearing the click of the door, Dallas let out a sigh and hoped into bed.

Dallas hears a knock at the door.  He quickly rushes over to grab the pillow and throws it back on the bed.  Then, grabbing the handled gently as his hands shook, Dallas open the door slightly.  Light flooded in through the crack.
  "Yes?"  He asked with a concerned look, thinking it was Ms.China.

Dallas was worried that she had heard him throw the pillow.  The boy was relieved to see that it was Alison at the door.  He smiled and opened it a bit more so that it wouldn't seem like he was closing himself off to her.

  "How can I help you?" Dallas put on a gentle smile but it was obvious that he was concerned.

Dallas waited for Ms.China to leave the room.  Once she did and the door was shut, he threw a pillow at the door.

Dallas was shocked.  The idea of this being a "safe place" left him completely, he didn't trust anyone that hit another person.  And even more, he thought the reason was silly.

  "Don't even touch me." Dallas became hostile.

Dallas makes his way downstairs.  As he's doing so, he here's music.  He follows the sound and sees Alison dancing around.  the boy smiled gently at the sight as he leaned against the wall.

Hearing Alison cry tug at Dallas's heartstrings in a painful manner.  He sat down against the wall, pulling his knees up close to his face.  The thoughts that haunted him the most every single day came rushing to Dallas as he remembered waking up to the sound of cicadas, the fragrance of pines trees and freshly cut wood mixed with the vague smell of liquor, the sun shining brightly like a dream through the windows as the wind blew the white curtains gently.  Dallas let out a quiet sigh.  He remembers them as clear as clear water, every single bit of it.