Practice

Yo.

I have so many cuts and bruises. I can't move. What is that big truck I'm going into? How am I still alive?

Those were the last things I thought, before sedation. My soul hurts. It's blurry; hard to see. Somehow, my eyes make out two figures, a few feet away from me. One's short, but taller than me. The other is way taller than me. I hear frantic breathing.

"Deccy-Dec, calm down! He's okay! He's okay..." The other is less panicky. He looks like a blob of color. The other has a blue...long-sleeve shirt? Maybe it's a jacket, or something. Brown pants...ugh... That doesn't even matter. I need to get their attention.

"B-but he's..."

"Decans!" The blob of color speaks again.

After that, I hear sobbing. The blob of blue and brown is still hyperventilating.

Here goes nothing...

"H-Hell-Hello...?" I can barely speak. It hurts.

"Oh, gods!!" One of them yells.

They rush closer. I can see them more clearly now.

"F-Fre-sh??" I mumble, once more. I know who they are now. He gently grabs hold of my hand.

"Y-yeah, Kid! I-It's gonna be o-okay!!" He's crying!! I've never seen him do that before!

"Yes, th-that's true, so stop worrying." I reassure him, wrapping my fingers around his. He nods, but tears still continue to fall down his face.
"D-Deccy!" I turn my head, slightly, to face my other foster parent.

"Yes! It's me- It's-it's you-!!" He's clung to Fresh, wiping his tears into the tall skeleton's windbreaker.

Yeah, it's short, I know, but like I said, it's practice.

So, how'd I do??