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the death of a boy i knew |
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It was quite interesting really, that no one noticed. You see it was a Thursday,
At the Herburger Theatre when he walked in the room. He looked around
and said "hello" to everyone. But only one responed. My fault, he thought, I just ofrgot to take my invisablity cloak. Though he was kidding he was sad to
see that after six weeks of being with his fellow actors, no one cared for him
to him he was no person. Even though he saw no one notice him, he could hear their whispers of who they thought he was. Although they never bothered to ask him. He ignored them, the best he could and went to his largely populated dressing room. He looked to the left and the right. They room was plastered with noise of friends laughing and having a great time.
However for him it was silent. In this world full of people, He was alone.
I guess I deserved it..he thought, for a quick moment, but then he shook that thought from his head. "No, I have done nothing, but exist. I try but oh well."
Then his sister entered the room. "Derek," she said, "I need you to get my
things outta the car, I left them." She tossed him the keys and left, without any thanks fo the future deed. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the dressing room, out of the theatre and into the street. He walked slowly
to the car. He really didn't feel like getting back too soon. He just didn't get it.
Why don't these people like me? I know I am not ugly. he laughed a the
thought. Maybe cause I am black..or..well I am a strange person, but to
just pretend I don't exist. That's just low. I mean how can I world well with my fellow peers If they won't talk to me?
His mind kept wandering untill he saw the most horrible sight. It was a
man, standing over so woman who had just been hit. Derek cringed, he
didn't know what to do. Untill she looked him dead in the eyes. He knew what he had to do. "Excuse me sir you need to leave her alone." He put a
stoic look o his face. "AND what if I don't" He had no time to think. He tackled
the man. He wanted that girl to get away. As he screamed she got up and
ran off. As much as he wanted to help her, he got the beating of his life.
Derek gave the mana right hook to the jaw. but he pulled out a knife and right in the chest he stabbed him. He hit the floor. The young man got up
and ran, he really din't know what he was doing. But Derek got off the floor
and with a dazed look on his face headed back toward the theatre.
Nothing, upon nothing crossed his mind, he walked though traffic and into the doors of the theatre. The only thing he could remember was how cold it
was. He walked passed some off the people in the hall way. "H..help.."
No one acknowleged his presence. A few people he bumped into quickly glanced at him and told him to piss off. He just sat on the couch. and stared
off into space. But it was freezing. So he pulled a cover he saw near him
and wrapped it around himself. he mummered "help" a few more times,
but no one, not a soul replied to him. Then some people came toward him.
"Hey a*****e! I did not say you could use my cover." Derek didn't lift his
eyes to see who it was, at this point almost every voice was the same.
"Could you help me please." was the only thing his fading breath would aloow him to say. "b***h you better give me my cover." people started
crowding around. "Man just give her the cover.." they all yelled. Oh, he thught,
now, they noticed. He closed his eyes. They contiued to yell and curse at
him. "Fine I'll just tell BOB!" the people around her didn't really care for the situation but this fun at his expence was halirous. But they got bored and
left.
After five minutes in silence He heard a familar voice. "E..eddie.." The boy in the hall turned toward Derek. "yes." "could you sing the moments of
happiness one more time?" "Well I have other things to do, but sure."
He smiled as his friend sang.
After about thrity minutes the girl and friends came back with BOB, only to
discover, that this boy, had a knife in his chest and passed away, ten
minutes before they got there. And what did they do? They did what they always did. Ignored him. They ignored him in life, why should death be any different?
 Levi Jones · Fri Aug 17, 2007 @ 09:33am · 0 Comments |
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