Forgotten -Rewritten-

He sits in his room. His paper white and unused. His pencil still in his hand. His eyes filled with sorrow as he stares, while his pencil hovers over the white sheet. He glances out his window at the other building that sits across from his apartment complex.

"Write about your life...." he mouths. He closes his hazel eyes. Trying to figure out this school paper as he opens his eyes. "What life?" he whispers, then puts his pencil down. He leans back in his chair, looking up at the white popcorn ceiling. He doesn't remember any joyful memories. He tries, but can't. He doesn't really know why he can't. Sure, His parents worked all the time and hardly ever came home. every since he was old enough to be left with a sitter. He run his fingers through his sandy blond hair.

A light sigh slips past his lips and he sits up in his chair. His head turns as he looks at his almost empty room. The walls a plain white. The floor a plan grey. He shakes his head saying "My life is plain... nothing looks.... different" he says.

His head turns as his clock ticks by, and he hears a voice calling him downstairs. His heart skips a beat, and he shakes his head. "Don't get your hopes up," he says to himself. He pushes away from the desk and stands. He walks out of his room and goes downstairs.

He eats his dinner. Not a word spoken between his parents and himself. He finishes his chores then heads back to his dark room. He shuts the door, back pressed against it. Tears in his eyes, trying not to cry. His heart weeping. He clenches his chest, staying quiet as he looks down at the floor.

"Did they really forget?" he asks, his voice shaky as his heart prays they didn't. He sits against his door and time passes and he hears a chime throughout the house. The sky becoming dark. His room soon in total blackness. He pulls his knees to his chest whispering "Please... please... let them remember.... please.." he closed his eyes tightly as he whispered this preyer.

"Twelve.....they forgot...I don't matter..." he says as he looks up at his digital clock. His eyes shut, a light smile on his lips and a light uneasy laugh slips passed his lips. "My only birthday wish didn't come true," he whispers and tears fall from his pained eyes.  "They really... did forget.... guess my birthday is easily forgotten." He smiles as more tears fall from his eyes and he clenches his chest.