Evermore

Chapter 1 ~ My First

"Oh, honey! Are you stuck? Do you need help?" The woman giggled and leaned down to rescue the boy from the swing. He, obviously not being the skinniest of 6 year olds, had gotten himself captured by the clip of a chain.
"No! I can do it!" He retorted bravely, turning in the seat of his chair, fiddling with the buckle. But his fat fingers just wouldn't cut it, he couldn't even save himself.
The woman just laughed at him softly, "oh, aren't you dashing? C'mere," her smooth, thin fingers embraced the cool metal, and quite quickly, the small boy was free. He jumped down from the swing and looked up at his rescuer. "Now how easy was that?" She said with a smirk.

How cliche was it that he was day-dreaming? All the while listening to his mother chatter about the next door neighbours cat, Susan 2.0, probably discussing angrily that the drug addicted owners needed to pay more attention to their feline.
He was upset about it, the cat was eating mice and attacking dogs in their own backyards, even with all the complaints, Mrs Selander still didn't keep her pet inside overnight.
But, this wasn't his issue at the moment.
He was thinking of long ago, that woman, that beautiful, stupid woman.

"Where are your parents?" She asked, her brows furrowing in nothing less than confusion.
"They're at work." The boy stated bluntly, starting to walk away.
"Wait, what?" She hurried after him, "who's looking after you?"
"My parents."
"I mean, is there anyone here with you?" She looked worried now.
"There is a park full of people, y'know..."
"I know that, just, how old are you?"
"Guess."
"You're 5?"
With that, the boy stopped walking, turning to look at the young woman, his jaw dropped. He looked utterly astonished that she would even have the audacity to get his age wrong.
"I'm 6!" He spat back at her, clear annoyance on his face.
He expected her to fear him, but instead, she laughed, which, to be completely honest, left him quite taken aback. "Oh, I'm sorry little Mr 6 year old~" She said playfully. "Anyhow, you shouldn't be in the park by yourself, come on, do you want me to walk you home?"
"No."
"Come on, I don't want you getting kidnapped."
"You could be a kidnapper for all I know." The boy started to walk away again.

"Luci! Are you zoning out again? Seriously, we need to check that out, I heard from Valery that her son doesn't do it, so maybe it isn't normal, you know? What could be on your mind all the time anyway?" His mother waved a hand in front of his face, not close enough to be intimidating, but still obnoxiously enough to annoy him.
"Mum. Please. I'm thinking about school-"
"Girls at school?" She cut him off, the corner of her lips tilting up into a smirk. This again?
"I don't- Mum- That's not funny-"
"It's not meant to be funny, I'm just worried about you..." She dipped a spoon into her tea, swirling it around. "...Most boys have some sort of partner by this age, and you've never opened up about girlfriends or boyfriends..." She circled the spoon around a little more, looking up at the boy sadly.
After a minute or two of the puppy-dog-eyes, he stood straight. "I don't understand what you want me to do about it! No one likes me, mum!"
"Why not?"
"I don't know!"
"Do you bully people?"
"No!"
"Well something's gotta be wrong with the way you're acting."
"Mum," he started, his hands patting the air once with his palms down, "I don't do anything wrong."
"Do you do drugs?"
"No-"
"Then maybe you should, it'll make you seem a little cooler."
"Mum! You can't say that!"
She pouted softly and caressed her chin with her index finger, "where did I go wrong with him?..." she murmured to herself.
"I'm going back to my room." The boy stated, turning on his heel to leave.

"So, what's your name?" She asked, with, yet again another giggle.
She had, in fact, bought the boy ice-cream, so, maybe she wasn't all that bad.
"My names Luci." He stated charmingly, he was good at that, being likeable.
"Oh that's so sweet, aren't you upset that your parents gave you a girls name?"
"It's short for Lucifer."
She let her jaw drop slightly, not knowing what to say at first. When the boy cracked a smirk, she laughed a little and shook her head. "You got me, that was funny, what's it actually short for?"
"Lucifer. I wasn't joking, I just thought it was humorous that you were so shocked."
The woman sat back in her chair, "my my, your parents must be satanists, hm?"
"Actually no, my mum had a miscarriage, she was going to name the baby Lucy. When she got pregnant the second time with me, my dad suggested that they call me Lucifer, but Luci for short in memory of my sister. They really loved the name and believed they should keep it."
The woman closed her eyes, her brows knitting in distress. When she opened them to look at the child, she realised how innocent he was, how death had no impact on him just yet.
"I'm sorry for your loss." She whispered, and just as she expected, he brushed it off.
"It was my parents tragedy, not mine."