drabbles by me

to the moon

The first ship to take off to the moon just left, we expected footage from the moon soon. But instead of waiting at home with my family, talking about how far our country has come, I was still at school. With my good friend, still in detention. We sat in our shared homeroom, I sat on my seat, and he sat on the teacher's desk. Finally, Mr. Darwin walked in, bandages in his hands, ready to help patch up my friend.

"Off my desk, and you should stop getting yourself into fights. And dragging your friend along with you."

"It's supposed to be a good day, not a day where I should stay behind to help bandage you two up." He said, rather frustrated as he started to unravel the thick, white bandages.

"Sorry," he states plainly, he was never really a very expressive person. And sometimes I wondered what drew me to be such good friends with him, most of the time he was really..... really rather dull. And then he would drag me into his constant fights, with all the lecturing I do to him, I would expect him to give me a slap of my own. I didn't really gain anything from being friends with him, so why did I stick with him?

Mr. Darwin pulled out a chair from the desk in front of him, taking his right arm in his slender hand to start bandaging. He leaned his face in his other hand, looking away with a bored expression.

"You two will get expelled if you keep this up," Mr. Darwin muttered, looking up at him through his eyebrows.

"We all die someday, so nothing really matters anyway," he mutters, making Mr. Darwin frown deeply. "Of course, it matters, like you said, you only live once, so live a good life, don't get yourself hurt so much." Mr. Darwin shot back, looking out the large window that lined the walls of the classroom. We sat in silence for a while, and soon Mr. Darwin was done wrapping him up, and he turned to me next.

"Alright, give me your hand," he ordered, and I stuck out my hand to him. He unrolled the bandages, starting to wrap it around me. "Say, what about that twin brother of yours? Where is he?" Mr. Darwin asks, concentrating on helping me. "Oh, he's fine, a horrible person as usual," he grumbled, his voice full of frustration at the mere mention of his brother. I knew he resented his brother, for what? Only God knows, but I know it was serious. I remember a time when he came to school, all bloody and messed up. He started talking trash to some guy in the hall, and I had to pull him away before one of them threw a punch.

"Don't say that," Mr. Darwin said at my friend's hate for his twin.

"What? It's true," he spat, clenching his fists.

"Does he... does he hurt you?" Mr. Darwin asked, catching both of us off guard completely.

He didn't answer, me and Mr. Darwin both knew the answer, but my friend would rather die than admit it.

Mr. Darwin let out a sigh, before looking back to my friend, before gasping. My eyes shot to the scene. My friend stood on the open window sill, swinging back and forth, looking like he was ready to jump. The old wood groaned under his weight, ready to give lose and crumble.

"Hey, stop that!" I yelled, getting up and quickly and wrapping my arms around his waist to keep him from falling. He only laughed at my attempt to save his life.

"Get off of there!" Mr. Darwin said urgently, but not loud enough to accidentally scare him out the window. I tried to pull him by his waist down back into the safety of the classroom, but he wouldn't budge. It's like he was trying to prove a point. "Look, life is such a fragile thing, it could so easily be taken away from me if I just jump," he said looking down to the ground. Which was a long ways away, being to the fourth floor of the building.

"What do you think happens after death?" He whispers, slightly tilting his head to the left.

"Some people think we are brought back as our favorite animals, or we are taken to a pretty fantasy land where we meet the creature of our world. But we don't really know until we actually die." He says, climbing back down into the classroom with us.

"Don't do that again!" I yell, placing my hands on his shoulders and shaking him. He only laughs again, as if I was upset by something so petty.

"If either of you need anything... i'm always here," Mr. Darwin says, observing us.

That night was the last time I saw my friend. He died two days later, killing his twin as well. I miss him, a lot. I go to look at his grave, across the way from the school. Without him, it really gave me time to think, about when we met. I was at my lowest, and when we became friends, I felt better again. It turns out he didn't really need me as much as I thought, I was really the one that needed him. I guess we both needed each other. More than I thought two people could ever need each other.

But I hope we can meet again, someday, somehow, I would hear his stupid chuckle I had gotten so annoyed at. And I could thank him, for saving me.

(this was sorta based off of that one episode in tbhk, if you didn't notice lol, forgive me)