꧁ Short Stories ꧂

Selfish? Egotistic? ...Helpless

A tall boy is standing on a small hill, outside of his town, adoring the clear night sky. He is dressed in a baggy shirt and pants. "The walk to this place was long, but definitely worth it", he thinks to himself. There are a couple of trees nearby so he decides to sit down under an old spruce, which has lost half of her needles already. As his back touches the tree arch he lets out a relieved sigh, and closes his eyes for a moment, before he looks back up at the sky again. The stars are bright, yet he would never see them from his apartment, because of all the smog and Lights everywhere who are pestering the air.

The boy is a dreamer. The most beautiful thoughts come to his mind at night, however he is still scared of the dark, that's why he likes coming out here, where it's so peaceful and quiet, but not to dark, thanks to the natural and soft light coming from the moon. The boys eyes are turned towards the mood, but his mind is somewhere totally different. His mother always told him that he's a very creative person; a daydreamer, he himself does not know why he always imagines stuff. It can be scenes, worlds, questions he answers in his mind, thinking about people he sees walking by.

"If there would be any others outside our galaxy, what would happen if the scientists would contact them? Would they be completely peaceful and open minded?" The boy laughs bitterly. "Sometimes I am ashamed of the people who live here. In a few decades there will probably already be space pirates and all that shit. And then everything will start all over again. They will find new Planets and rob them, destroying them just like they do with our earth. Recklessly."

He just doesn't understand it. Everything has to suffer under humankind. The animals, the oceans, humans themselves.But still nobody does something to help, except for the ones who realized that it's already too late to stop the climate change, and try to at least slow it down. The boy often thinks about people this way. That they are disgusting. Selfish. Just not right in this world. And maybe he is right, but who is he to say that out loud?

Lost in his thoughts, the seconds pass by, then the minutes and eventually an hour has passed. slowly he gets up, putting his cold fingers in his pockets. This is his hiding place, and no one can take it away from him. Sometimes he feels like he should scream all his emotions out. His anger, his sadness, his joy. If you would ask him why, he would tell you "It's reliving". He is not a fan of socializing or taking to others.

He doesn't care if anyone thinks he's weird. And so he does what he wants to do, screams into the little forest and in his heart, he knows that others feel the same way he does.