A Sad Reality

Day 2

Its the next day and Satori and I walked to school together again.

Satori: ah-!
Mc: Satori-?

I look behind me and see Satori on the floor.

Mc: Satori!

I ran up to Satori and helped him get up.

Satori: Thanks Mc!
Mc: are you okay?
Satori: Yea!
Mc: you sure?
Satori: Yes yes! I'm sure!
Mc: okay, let's go..

Just as Satori and I begin to start walking I heard Satori make a weird sound.

Mc: Satori?
Satori: u-uh yea?
Mc: Satori!

I look and see blood on Satori's pants by his knee and on his elbow.

Satori: Mc..its hurts..!
Mc: Come, we're almost at school, I'll take you to the infirmary.

I help Satori out and we make it to the infirmary, I leave Satori and on one of the beds and was gonna leave but-

Satori: stay please..?
Mc: h-huh-?

Satori grabbed my wrist and pulled me in between his legs wrapping his arms around my waist my face  buried into his chest.

Mc: S-Satori..!
Satori: Don't go..
Mc: But Satori I have classes
Satori: u-uh yea!

Satori let go of me and rubbed the back of his head. Letting out a awkward laugh and goofy smile.

Satori: sorry...
Mc: screw it, I'll stay with you.
Satori: but what about-
Mc: shut up.

I cuddle in Satori's chest and Satori wrapped his arms around me in return.

Nurse: Ahem..
Mc: good morning ma'am.
Nurse: good morning to you too. What is the reason for your visit?

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Its the end of the day, everyone has already shared poems and today's poems where pretty well done. My personal favorite would have to me either Yuki's or Moniko's.

MC's poem:

Lies are the most beautiful thing about humans
People lie they are fine when they aren't
But in order not to be found
They wear a mask of happiness
Everyone lies
Every THING lies
Just like you and me
Its how we are created
We were born as liars
Even the most truthful people lie
It's because if they keep telling the truth
They get in trouble
So those truthful people..
They become liars
Just like u and me..

Satori's poem:

Bottles

I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens.

I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It's warm and tingly.
But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.

My collection makes me lots of friends.
Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
Down comes a bottle to save the day.

Night after night, more dreams.
Friend after friend, more bottles.
Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies.
Digging and digging.
Scraping and scraping.