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What About Me?

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Three boys were walking along the edge of the highway.  The sparse traffic prevented parents from warning their children of the dangers of those entering and leaving their small, forested town.  Their northern climate was experiencing a cold period of spring.  The air was cool and calm, but the life of spring was still present.  The trees were lush with leaves and the grass was wildly long.  Nature was a content viridian.


In fact, no tree appeared to be missing a leaf.  It might have been considered that the soil may contain some rich ingredient, which excluded this verdure from the annual death and rebirth through the seasons.  These woods gave off an ominous feeling, for the atmosphere held the distinct impression of timelessness.  The trees were lively and flourishing, yet there was no rebirth.  The most obnoxious flowers were small and white.  The birds were mellow and bored.  There was no fresh scent in the air, just clinging cold.  Though the sky was light grey, the contrasting colour of the trees caused it all to look a little darker and duller.


"Hahaha! NGGHLL!"  Tristan had taken his chance upon the first passing car to insert his pinky fingers into his cheeks and deviate his grin into a ridiculous face.  It mattered little to him whether or not his deformity was seen.  He was simply a child glorified by the perverse possibilities of shamefully actions.  He was a clown.


"Tristan, that's not funny anymore, and they can't even see you."  Robby spoke while frowning.  He did not have any hope of halting Tristan's awkward games so easily.  No.  He thought to himself.  I gotta have fun, myself. Robby spotted a bench nearby, jumped atop its back and ran its length before diving to the ground.


"That was fun!"  Robby laughed.  He was a proud kid and felt he was the leader of the three.  He aspired to be successfully athletic, a winner.


"Yeah!  Good job falling down.  I can do that!"  Tristan grinned before tumbling to the grass in a wriggling pile of giggles.


"No!  I did that on purpose!"   Robby knew he was the object of provocative prodding, but he did not like false impressions of his intentions.  He wanted to argue and to be right.  He would win this time.


The two began to argue.  Their voices soon elevated into shouting.  They combated with meaningless points and proofs regarding their mutual stupidity.  Their plan to head to their tree house fled from their minds.  Nor did they wonder about the presence of the bench along the edge of a highway which had never been there before.


During their fight, Simon stood back and smiled.  His short, quiet laugh at his friends' quarrel expressed the only judgment of who would be the winner.  Simon was the quiet one.  He had his own odd little thoughts and his own sense of what could be discerned as appreciable.  He appreciated his friends a lot.


He thought Tristan was delightful.  His games and goofiness always made Simon smile, and he loved Tristan for it.  The games often went too far, but Simon found his humourous efforts quite worth while.  It sometimes angered Simon that he could not express himself as carefreely as could Tristan.


He believed Robby was a courageous boy who had a will and a hope to do great things.  Simon recognized that Robby was a bit too proud.  He wanted to be the best and for everyone to know it.  Simon forgave Robby his faults, but was jealous of his ability to act.


Amid their tumult, while all over their minds were distracted, a man appeared, a tall man with a long grey coat.  He had a calm, trained face and watched the children in their scuffle.  He had seated himself on the bench.


Robby's and Tristan's fight spread to the topic of candies and who deserved more.  It was at this moment that Simon finally noticed the man.  He turned to the man's face and they stared at each other impartially.  Without their judge, the other two soon took notice of the man as well.  After a moment of silence, they each decided it was time to avert their attention to something more interesting.


"Oh!  I gotta idea!"  Tristan laughed and said, "He can have the candy! Hee-hee!"  He ran up to the side of the tall man and offered him a round candy.


The man appeared to be awoken from deep thought as he broke his stare with Simon.  "Oh? For me? Why, thank you."  The man had a soft, yet dutiful smile.  "How very friendly!"  He said to Tristan and accepted the gift.


Robby's mind had taken a different route of opinion over this sudden adult figure.  "Hey, you know, we aren't supposed to talk to strangers."


The man lifted his eyes to Robby; his smiled faded but then returned a moment later.  "That is right.  Your parents most likely would not like to see you kids speaking to people you don't know."  The man kept smiling and put all his effort into making his eyes reassuring.  "Yes, that is a very smart boy."


There was a pause for a moment.  Then the man decided something.  "But, since you have given me a gift, I would feel bad not to give each of you one in return."  He reached into his pocket and withdrew three purple, black and white balls of candy.


The children hesitated for a short time before each had a candy in their hand.  


The man continued on with comforting words.  "I saw what you were doing on the bench," he said to Robby.  "Very energetic!  Perhaps one day you will be a very talented man."  Robby found this statement worthy of a large grin.  "And you!"  The man said to Tristan.  "Giving me, a complete stranger, a candy.  Why, you are quite a funny child."  Tristan's already grinning face grinned even more.


"What about me?"  Simon asked.  This was the odd sort of question Simon would ask occasionally.  Simon had a strange pride for being different.  He wanted to hear others speak of him positively.  He couldn't help but ask the man.


Without looking at him, the man said, "Well, you are very quiet and polite."  The man laughed.  "And kind of strange."  His last comment caused him to look at the ground and laugh.  


The children joined in with this laugh, and they each swallowed their candy.


If perhaps the trees had more senses than people know, they might have witnessed something strange.  If they could sense what was happening around them to the slightest detail, they might have noticed a small change in the children.  While the boys swallowed their candy, they might have seen a spark of something purple in their eyes.


The man then had to leave.  Rising abruptly, he waved goodbye to the children and walked down the highway until he was no longer visible.  It was during his departure that the children finally remembered their tree house.


They followed the street a short distance before heading along a path and into the woods.  Their travel seemed a bit quieter than usual.  An unusual air of irritability surrounded the children.  They found their way along the path as usual, but were met will an unexpected find.


Simon saw it first.  It was only made visible by the small hand that lay on the path.  In the tall grass along the side of the path lay a body.  As each child in succession saw the body, he stopped, confused and quiet.  The body was that of a girl a little younger than themselves.  She was not wearing any clothes and her skin was awfully pale.  Their minds puzzled over that which lay before them.  How could this be here? How did it happen? What do we do?  They should have been in shock.  The trauma of their first sight of a dead body should have numbed of their emotions.  But to each of their surprise, they could tolerate it.  They could accept it and try their best to stay themselves for the benefit of their friends.


"Wait, I know what to do!"  Robby exclaimed. "We gotta...uh...check her heart."  He really wanted help.  He wanted to be strong.  He wanted to make sure the others were okay with what they had seen.


"Yeah...you do that...she might just be sleeping."  Tristan was not the best at reacting in serious situations.  But he was still happy.  He was not going to cry.  He would laugh and be funny and make everyone else laugh with him.


The two of them paused.  It seemed to them the other had said far more than had escaped their mouths.  To any other observer this instance might be seen as an awkward silence, but to them this was a conflict.  The children's inner monologue was not recognizable as their own.


Tristan began to think of Robby as greedy.  He just wants to be the hero.  He wants to show it off and have everybody know that he was so brave and so helpful.  He isn't helpful!  He doesn't even care about the girl.  He just wants people to see how he can become the leader.  This is just another chance for him to show off.  I want to be calm and happy again... He gave Robby a serious look to criticize his demand for leadership.


Robby decided Tristan's brain was only capable of pleasing itself.  Does he even care?  There's a dead girl there and he wants to run off as though we never saw her.  Can he think of anyone but himself?  All he wants is to have fun, and if something doesn't go his way, then it'd please him best if it didn't exist at all... Or is it just that he is more mature than me...?   Robby looked sickened by Tristan's display of inhumanity.


Simon stared at the body and his two companions.  His face was solemn and pale.  He sat down next to the body and clutched his knees.  He started to hum to himself so that he might pay as little attention as possible to his friends.


Tristan thought about his anger some more.  He's taunting me.  I'm supposed to forgive him for wanting glory when it happens to be sprawled nakedly awaiting his heroic touch?  He is taunting me.  He wants me to be selfish.  He wants me to be jealous of his actions.   Tristan thought about destroying Robby's confidence, to make him see how little a hero he could be.


Robby began to dwell on any mistakes he might make.  Maybe he's right.  I should let the adults take care of this.  I'm just a kid.  I could screw something up!  I can't act bold!  I'm just a kid.  I'd be remembered as the boy who tried to help a dead girl and screwed it up.  They'd think I was sick being so excited to show them a dead body.   Robby considered how easily he could give up.


"Let's go home."  Tristan said.  He was sick of this.  He wanted to go home and be alone.  Once alone, he could rebuild his happy, carefree attitude, for, at the moment, his calm was crumbling.  He became anxious and irritated.  He couldn't tolerate his friends any longer.


"Yeah!  We can tell our parents.  T-they can help!"  Robby was losing himself.  He wanted to go home to hide under his blankets.  He wanted help, to be saved.  He couldn't feel happy with himself any more.  He was on the verge of crying.  He had to get away from his friends.


Simon watched his silent friends.  His humming could not distract him any longer.  They had all been silent for a long while.  Tristan and Robby continued to glance at each other.  Robby appeared increasingly hurt by Tristan, as he shot him aggravated glares.  Simon continued to watch as Robby got sadder and Tristan got madder.  The awkward silences between abrupt and awkward suggestions grew in length.  It was driving Simon crazy.


He thought of all the fun Tristan must be having, how much fun it would be to be Tristan.  That self-sacrificing idiot.  He is modest and giving but lazy and indulgent.  He is the selfless being who can only give stupidity.   Simon was getting madder.  What a waste of dignity.  What is the point of an annoying clown like him anyway?  Why did he make me laugh?  And now look at him.  He's gonna to snap.  He can't control his unhappiness.  He wants to be his happy self but he can't do it.  Haha.  He can't even make himself laugh.   Simon was rocking himself forward and back.


Simon looked at Robby and thought of all the glory his current facial expression warranted him.  What a hero.  He is motivated and moderated but arrogant and greedy.  Look at him go!  He's coming to impress you!  Simon was jealous.  He could do anything, but he only does what makes him look good.  What a self shining mirror.  But now he's broken.  Ha!  Look how scared he is!  He doesn't know how to believe in himself anymore.  Now he NEEDS approval.  He sure can't get any from himself.   Simon had started to laugh to himself.


Simon continued his mental attacks on his friends.  He barely noticed that Tristan had started screaming with anger. He tortured Robby with his yelling.  Robby was now curled up in the fetal position, crying.  More anger flooded into Tristan as he began to kick Robby.  Robby began to pee his pants.


And so they're both idiots.  My friends are stupid.  What could I have been thinking to tolerate such distance from intelligence?  My friends consist of a fool who hits himself in the head with a hammer and an ass who does tricks for himself.  What a waste they are.  If only I could spare myself in order to please others.  How I would be loved!  And if only I could act at any moment to help someone.  People would know me for my kindness.  But these wastes...


Simon continued his musing; he continued until he sat in the same spot surrounded by three fallen bodies.  He had killed his friends with a nearby rock.  It was only then that Simon began to judge himself.


If the trees had a grasp of their surroundings, they might have seen the horror.  If their reality possessed more colour than their forest of green, the might have seen the red.  There was a lot of red around them now.  It was on their bark and in their soil.  If only they could see they might have noticed how violet the four children's eyes had become.

this was an assignment for english - a very neat assignment - it was just to write a horror story - creative writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i did pretty well on it - i even got one of the two honourable, queer glances givin as it was handed back - but to an extent it makes me cringe - it was limited to five pages - which i exceeded - and so a lot (i gotta stop saying that) of it is kinda explained where instead id rather have introduced it through some of the character's actions

besides the simple few grammar errors, this is what i handed in - it was a first draft :) - thought up really late at night - i had two or three hours of sleep and then i wrote it - i finished it maybe an hour before it was due - i wrote the ending while powered by skittles - i havent had skittles in forever - it fucking sucks having sensitive teeth - i dont feel like making this story as amazing as it could be - but maybe i will write something elsishly maybe
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g-smooth101's avatar
interesting,very interesting and I enjoyed the prose