Highway To Hell (BoyxBoy Frerard)

Just Another Forgotten Kid

Song-It Always Rains on A Picnic~ Modest Mouse

The beastly thunder growled in the distance. The sky above my head was patched with blue and black clouds. The darkness of the sky contrasted to the grass of the little city park turning it into a vibrant, lively field.

Nobody ever came to the park. Except that boy. He had to have been about my age. He was always here. I often wondered if maybe he had petrified into a statue and wasn't capable of moving. Maybe he was just a shadowy memory my brain refused to let go and he didn't even sit there at all. But how am I supposed to determine reality and fantasy?

All I knew about the boy was how he looked. His hair was pitch black and his skin was white as the sun. The contrast between the two just made the colors even more different to each other.

His body was slender. As if he never ate. He always wore the same exact thing day in and day out. Always a pair of faded black jeans that were being torn up around the bottom of the pantlegs and in the knees. The boy always had a black hoodie on and he wore white converse shoes where the rubber lining was fading away and the canvas was torn from his ankle to the ball of his foot.

I had come to the park every day for the last two years. The boy was always there. He always wore a blank expression upon his face and hid a smile that I believed existed within him lost deep within his soul. I wish someone could find that smile for him and remind him that it still exists.

He always sat on the swings unmoving. His hazel eyes never noticed anything. If a bird landed on his head mistaking him for a statue, which had happened several times, he acted as if no creature had touched him. He was oblivious to the world around him and whatever the monsters that prowled around in his head were doing, they took his full attention.

Maybe he was just a hallucination. It happened occasionally. It normally just happened after a nightmare and when I would awake the monsters of my dreams would follow me for awhile then fade into the darkness of my own shadow.

The boy hadn't faded yet, however. He'd been my nightmare for two years since the moment I started coming here. He may have been here before I was. But the past was a secret to me.

The wind whispered a whistling tune through my ears. A shiver tip-toed down my spine. It was late spring here in New Jersey. That time of year when things begin again. A time for fresh starts. Unfortunately, my situation didn't have a start, or an end. It was like an eternal ring of pain and misery that I was forced to wear like a wedding ring on a bride to be.

My mother, Linda Iero, died when I was small. My most distant memory was of her, and it was my only of her. However, memories can be forced into your head. Humans can convince you something happened and your mind can make up the rest leaving you with a memory of fiction. I didn't know if my memory was of my mother or if it was just a deep desire of my heart.

All I can remember is the scent of a lemon perfume and a soft kiss on my forehead shadowed by dark hair blocking a bright, unknown light source.

My father, as far as I knew, didn't exist. I'm sure I had one. Somewhere. He probably didn't even know I exist. I thought he was my missing puzzle piece in life. He was a dark shadow that I never knew the face of. Just a rumor as far as I knew.

I had been passed around from foster home to foster home in hopes of finding a family that will finally love me. However, love is a rarity. Love is never free. Love is blinded over by hate and is swayed. Love is easy to find, just impossible to keep locked up in a cage called your heart.

The thunder let out another cackle like the boom of fireworks. The boy didn't even flinch. It was as if he was immune to the disease that I call life.
I sat in the center of the green field with my legs sprawled out and my hands behind me holding me up. I looked up at the dark sky just in time to see a stroke of lightning flash across the clouds breaking them into pieces like a cracker if you were to crumble one up.