Foster’s Porn Story: Dreams Of The Blind Chapter 7

Who I
am

The
distilled sorrow of the room crept into Macs heart, as it slowly
felt it become hollow and empty inside. Ravenous thoughts ripped into
the boys mind as confusion, scandal, and sins began to cloud his
very soul. The sight of a fallen angel lying in a twisted pool of
metal and plastic tubing made Mac sick to his stomach. Frankie was
once a thing of beauty, an angel for humans and imaginary friends
alike, now shes just a casualty of tragedy.

A tragedy
caused, nurtured, and created by the blinded dreams of a lost young
boy. The lava like red hair of Frankie flashed vividly into the
crystal colored tears from Macs eyes, oh the pain his fast showed,
and the suffering that stretched across his sulking face. Mac buried
his face into Frankies sheets and sobbed to whatever God would
accept his unworthy prayers.

Im
sorry

The
flickering beep of Frankies heartbeat was the only comforting
sound to heal Macs shattered existence. With his best friend and
unofficial girlfriend lying helplessly asleep in a coffin made of
tubes and wires, Mac feared he would never croon at the sound of her
whimsical voice. The smell of Frankies perfume would never melt
his heart into a pool of temptation, and her future would never be
seen again. Mac stared at her and shook his head.

Mac
sniffled FrankieFrankie? I dont know if you can hear me
or if youre going to stay asleep forever but, theres something
I need to tell you. ImImafraidIm afraid to
be alone. I know how must crazy this must sound but, this may
be the last chance I ever get to speak to you. And before you leave
me and everyoneforeverIve gotta say this.

Ever since
I was little, I mean REALLY little, Ive always been afraid of
being alone. Dad walked out, moms always at work, and Terrance
never missed a chance to crush my dreams, my hopes, anything I ever
cared about. As I got older, I got used to being alone. I was always
quiet at school, never able to really fit in. Time went by and grade
after grade, nothing changed.

When I
created Bloo, I thought I finally had an answer to my problem. My
imaginary friend could solve any problem I had, I could finally talk
to someone and play with them, and I could make him into whatever I
wanted. ButBloo wasnt the samehejust wasnt
the same as before. Dont get me wrong, I love Bloo and Wilt and
Eduardo and everyone.

Fosters
has become like a 2nd home to me, and you guys are the
closest things I have to friends. Butits not enough.
Imaginary friends arent always enough; Im tired of being alone
and forgotten by the rest of the world. I just (starts to cry) I just
wanted to be lovedI FEEL lovedyou know? I wanted to know
someone truly and deeply cared.

For the
longest time, I thought something was wrong with me, like I was
somehow causing this problem. I even thought I was gay. I thought it
would be so much easier if I was, that it would explain why Im
always getting left behind. And then I met youFrankie. I didnt
realize how important you were until later on, I never knew that you
made my heart feel so warm.

It was a
special feeling that no one else has ever given me. Not Bloo, not
Coco, not even my mom. I knew it was wrong for me to feel this way
and I knew that it would never work, but stillI wanted it to
work. For once I wanted to forget the rules and just be happy for a
change. Youre the only girl that has ever treated me like a human
being, like I actually matter.

But I was
selfishI was unfairand I was mean. I put so much pressure
on you, I didnt realize I was becoming what I hated the most. I
treated you like all those other kids treated me. I forgot you, I
ignored you, I neglected your feelings and only worried about my
ownand I hurt you. And now because of what Ive done, I may
never get to see you smile again.

FrankieI
love you

But as
a friendthe way it ought to be

And I
dont care if you never want to see me again, I dont care if you
hate me for the rest of your life

Just
please

Wake
upwake up

I just
want my friend backGod”

Huh?

Macs
eyes suddenly lifted from the blanket that cradled his tear drenched
cheeks, his young eyes widening at the sounds emanating from the bed.
Frankie murmured a bit as her eyes delicately twitched before slowly
opening up. The red head stared curiously at Mac, who laid face down
into his arms at the foot of her bed.

Mac? Is
that you? Frankie asked.

YOURE
ALIVE Mac screamed.

The young
boy leapt into Frankies bed and wrapped his white sleeves around
her, his voice echoing with bountiful giggles of joy. Frankie gasped
and laughed as well, feeling the boys warm embrace and seeing the
sparkling magic in his eyes. This was Mac Frankie was looking for,
this was the sweet boy that she knew and loved.

Mac
smiled, wiping away his tears Frankie, oh thank god, I thought
that.

Frankie
weakly smiled Hey, hey, its okay, buck up kiddo, you cant
get rid of me that easily. Besides, theres no way old Herriman
could last 5 minutes without me keeping his furry old butt out of
trouble.

The boy
simply laughed and hugged Frankie again, his soft face nuzzling into
her chest and just basking in the beauty of her warmth. Mac had
learned his lesson and had felt the pains of his sins. The confusion
that once plagued Macs heart had disappeared, and with it, a new
bond of friendship had been formed between him and Frankie, and it
was stronger then ever before.

Mac smiled
Im really sorry about all I put you through Frankie, I know
better now. As long as youre here, thats enough for memy
friend.

Frankie
sighed sweetly Me too kiddo, me too.

Mac and
Frankie hugged, their eyes closed shut, their hearts embracing each
others warmth, friends now and forever.