The Ice Cream Man

Part Two

Ice Cream Boy couldn't stand it anymore. He had no reason to live. He walks over to the window curtain. He sticks his arm out. The pain of the sun ray melting his creamy skin. He winces in pain but he tries to stop himself from screeching out the pain. Bottling it up in himself. Waiting for the screams to burst. 

A part of him wanted to stop. But a part of him wanted to keep going. It was a way to get rid of the pain, On himself. He didn't want the memories. He didn't want the hurtfulness. 

After a while, he stopped. Not because it hurt too much, but because he couldn't bear to let his father down. He risked his life for him, he didn't want his father to have died for nothing. But really, he didn't stop.

This continued for days, weeks, even months. His arm didn't disappear completely but the scars remained forever. Every week they would be sent ice cream. Every time he ate it, he healed physically, but mentally, he could never recover. 

School re-opened. And he was all alone. But he had enough. He confronted the bullies. Shouting and yelling. They wouldn't take him seriously. He was just a talking ice cream. A sweet treat. Ice Cream Boy clenched his fist. And threw a punch. The adrenaline rushed through his veins. He began kicking as well. Beating them all to the ground. Just as he was about to throw another punch, his arm was restrained. 

"Ice Cream Boy! How could you? Detention. Better yet, principal's office!" The teacher pulls him to the office. 

"Suspension. We cannot have this behaviour in our school" The principal said. Ice Cream Boy didn't fight it. It was no use. He wouldn't care that they were bullying him the whole time. When he got home, the self harming continued. He faced the facts. His life sucks.

This took him all through school. And college. But he never felt right, never fitted in. Until he realized... He could never make it up to his father. He will always be the little freak. The loser. The Ice Cream Boy. No matter how old, he could never live up to his  father. He knew, there was no use in living. No one was there to care. Not even himself. 

The day, hot as the sun. The day people would crave for a cool glass of water. He took a breath. "Goodbye" He whispered under his breath. He opened the door and stepped out. His head and arms and legs began melting instantly. He watched. He stared as his body parts were melting into sweet mush. Until he looked up. 

"Stop, don't do it"