I woke up and saw the picture of my mother next to my bed. Then I remembered what had happened yesterday. Tears began to slide down my cheeks and I ran blindly out the door. Hallway after hallway until I randomly stumbled upon a Zoo. What is that?
The first thing I found had flap like skin attached to its arms. It had two triangular shaped objects stuck to its mouth and sharp fangs. It's feet were merely just twigs covered in toes. It was labeled:
'BIRD'
I shivered. It was horfying. I'm glad there are no birds in our world. Thank jesus christ. Whoever that is.
I walked home and poped onto my bed. I sat there waiting for apollo for a few minutes and he finally appeared. With bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in ages. I don't blame him.
"Hi Apollo!" I squeaked. He stood by the doorway. He smiled, but I could still tell that he was saddened by yesterdays events.
I jumped out of my bed and gave him a hug.
"It's ok." I said brushing his brown hair back. His ocean green eyes watered, inches away from mine; but he refused to let the tears spill.
How can I convince him he will be ok, when I don't know if I'll be fine?
"Thank you. let's go cook something to eat."he said quickly changing the subject as he parted. After that horrifying experience at the zoo, I don't even think I can eat; but I can at least sit with him.
We both silently climbed down the stairs in unison. Apollo ordered the food, we have a few minutes until it arrives.
As I'm silently sitting on the couch not wanting to start the conversation this time, Polo grabs my hand. He looked at me.
"I get that whatever is going on is difficult for you, probably more than it is for me. But honestly I don't know how to deal with things like this. I really don't, and I hope you can forgive me for it, but I'll try my best. I promise..'' Apollo speaks.
I nod my head,Not knowing what to say.
after a few more seconds he speaks again. "How can you hold your ground when everyone wants to bury you beneath it?"
He asked. I don't want to bury him beneath the ground. I want him to be- To be happy.
"Apollo, You have to believe that they were wrong, they have to be wrong.Why else would we be here? We grew up believing to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them."
