Post by Jommy on Jun 30, 2004 0:10:18 GMT -5
I sit on the swings day and night. This top of the world i can look down and see the whole world... but i decided to look up. Pretty lights and the sparkling stars. It was with me since i was 7. Only I share the moments... Only i saw these moments.
....He was a quiet guy. He never talk , but he always listens. I can feel the response... I know he's listening. He was sad quiet confused , filled with anger...he was. I feel like he was my best friend. Only him that i would speak to. Though i wasn't afraid to speak to others... he was different from many others. The more I talk to him the closer we are. He never fights back when he was bullied by those bullies... he never talks back when they called him names. When i was pushed to the ground for calling them names for him... i cannot believe what i saw.
He stood up... push them to the ground...hit them with a stick...sock them over and over...wrestles them to the ground. They took him to the room he usually say he wasn't crazy.... I meanwhile waited. He would tell them he wasn't crazy he tells them to let him go of him. He sat down and they ask him why he did it. He told them that he couldn't stand seeing me get hurt. He told them he never felt he wanted to protect anyone more than he wanted to protect me. That night... the sparkling stars and pretty lights. I was not alone. He too was there with me. I ask why he was sad.... He told me he had a brokenheart. What is a brokenheart? I would ask...
"Tell me and i will picture it as you tell me"
You will feel cold , but also burning. You feel lonely like you're the only one in the world. You can feel your heart pounding...thud..thudthud...thudthudthud.
"thud...thudthud...thudthudthud"
i repeat what i imagine and felt as he told me.
One day we walk out to see the big world... The large city. Pretty fabrics. Crowds. Lights and commotions. Though my world was peace and quite beautiful. We held hands walking through new world seeing new people and new things...together. I remember he rode a bicycle i sat behind him and he would go around the same spot over and over because i was mesmerized by the beautiful statue. Our laughters every moment we had.
He told me he would send me home...
"home.."
"i don't have a home!"
He told me i have to have a home. Someplace. I have to have a family waiting for me. Through all these times every saturday sitting at the pier waiting for the boat sat my mother to come by waving to me...bring me home. I believe she will come. He told me if i go home she might not have to waste her time having to come for me... i can go to her and she would be happy. I believed him.
"goodbye. i will come and see you again sometime."
i don't want to see him walk away. I don't want to see him walk away...
"can i close my eyes? when i open them. can you dissappear?"
"ok." he would say...
then i closed my eyes. i would peek alittle... and i saw him walking away...
"here"
what is it? he would ask.
"i'm leaving tommorow"
i tell him. "My mom is comming. tommorow is saturday"
He held the necklace i made for him. I told him to remember me and that i will miss him. I told him to look at the necklace whenever he thinks about me.
"i thought you left"
he says... i put out a hand. what? he would ask...
"give me my necklace back"
"i lost it" he told me that.
then i smiled. Next saturday I'll make another one for you then.
"why do you think people closes there eyes when they die?" a question for him tonight... my first question that broke our silence.
"Because they have found their proper and true love"
I smiled and looked up the stars. "I wonder what the stars will tell me." I look at him....
He looks at me. He smiles....
The next night... commotions and screams...
I squeezed my way through the crowd. There on the floor the puddle of blood laid him.
...... because they have found their proper and true love.
What??? He died! So this shows he Loves her. He shouldn't have said that. He should kept that he love inside so he didn't have to die..... This is emotioanlly touching.