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the stupid story ( - w - )
Sunday, April 7 || 4/07/2013 07:41:00 AM
There's this boy I know for a very long time. He is an average looking guy who is often misunderstood by most of the normal people. It's not that he is a bad person, it's not that he is a weirdo. He's just quiet. His silence is often misinterpret as a sign of rejection by many people who don't understand him. Soon, they started avoiding him, leaving him all alone in the lonely path. He felt lost as he walked on the streets aimlessly. As he walked, he found a huge dark cave of darkness. His eyes glimmered so bright, brighter than the shining dew in the morning. He found peace in darkness, and soon, that became his special place. A place where he finds calmness and peace.
As his friend, I knew the existence of that very special hide out place he has. However, I was once afraid of entering the cave and even tried to avoid it. Until one day, this boy suddenly disappeared for way too long. He was never seen, not even in the gardens, in the market. The boy disappeared into thin air. Most of the people didn't take notice of his disappearance but I do. So, I decided to take my tiny lantern which I found in my closet, and went on an adventure to look for that boy.
Soon, I arrived at the cave. I was terrified by the darkness which surrounds it, but I said to myself, "As a friend, I should not be afraid. I must save him." So, I entered the cave. In the middle, dark auras and scary spirits surrounded me. Then, I saw that boy right there, sitting down silently like what he usually do.
"Hey... Are you alright?" I stuttered.
He didn't even bother to look at me. He just sat down there, as if he locked himself away from the rest of the souls. Blood trickled down his arm like scarlet rose petals and scars covered his pale skin. Overall, he looked... tortured, dead. Evil spirits surrounded him, muttering those harsh and hurtful words. Some of them even tried to steal his happiness away.
Fear started to eat me up inside as tears trickled down like pouring emotions of waterfall. I was so worried about him. What did this boy do till he deserved such treatment? Why is he taking all the blame when he is clearly the victim? Anger started to rise and defeated the fear in my heart. I stomped towards him and gave him a tight slap on the face.
"What the hell, what was that for?" asked the little boy as he stared at me curiously.
"IDIOT! WAKE UP! SHOO EVIL DEMONS SHOOOOOOOO! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT NOW WAKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP"
I continued slapping him a few times till his butt cheeks turned pinkish red. ( o u o )v
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"Ouch...."
I fell off my bed after being shocked by my alarm clock.
To that little boy who is reading this, you will always have my trust and faith in you. I always believed you and I hope you believe in me too. You promised me not to eat depression for meals and wash your face with your tears. So if you break your promise, I WILL BITCH SLAP YOU TILL YOUR BUTT CHEEKS CONCAVE.
Deal? C:
