The pen and the person

Chapter one

The Person was a strange girl who was known for her love to draw. Yes, her name was The Person, it might seem a little strange but that was truth. She didnt have very creative parents. 

She was sitting in art class, which you could guess was her favourite lesson, and she was drawing with her friend Citrona. The Person reached for one of the pink pens and grabbed it. She was just about to add the shade of pink to her wonderful drawing and make it complete when the pen started speaking. 

"What are you doing, you filthy human! Let me be!"

The  Person stared at the pen in shock, and so did her friend next to her. How could a silly pink pen possibly be speaking to her?

"Well? What is your excuse then? For I do not reckon allowing you to draw with me."

The person searched for the right words, gasping. What the heck? A talking pen? She must be hallucinating. However there was something so real about the pen too. 

"I... I'm s-sorry..." She stuttered. 

"You better be!" The pen said. 

Then something strange happened. The pen walked away a little bit and unexpectedly developed wings. The wings crawled out of the pens back, and shimmered in the room. They weren't too massive, quite small actually, but it was so strange. 

The pen walked up to the window and opened it. 

"Wait!" The Person shouted out of reflex. "Dont go!"

The pen sighed and turned around. "Well, how impolite of me. A person like you obviously can't fly with arms like that. Thats no good." 

Confusion filled The Persons mind. "What do you mean?"

"This is what I mean." The pen said and suddenly the person felt something tickling down her back. She could see white shimmer in the corner of her eyes, and she realized she had also developed wings. 

The Person looked over at Citrona. Citrona stared at them in disbelief. The Person knew she shouldn't follow this strange pen, and that it was super weird, but there was something pulling her to follow the pen. She couldnt escape it. 

The pen turned around and jumped out of the window, with The Person closely following up behind...

She jumped. But she didn't fall. Her wings pushed the air force down under her, allowing her to gracefully glide through the air. it felt amazing. She was flying! She was actually flying! 

But, where was the pen? 

She looked back, and saw something horrible. The pen was falling to it's death, soon to harshly be landing on the sharp concrete. The pens wings hadn't worked. 

The Person quickly made a sharp turn, which looked pretty good but she didn't have time to think about that, and plummeted. 

She was perhaps a hand away from the pen, maybe she would have been able to catch the pen, but she didn't. The force from the air was too hard for her to pass through, it pushed her arms to her sides. 

And the pen fell to it's death. The Person landed clumsily but softly on the concrete beside it. 

The blood splashed everywhere as the pen cracked, colouring the concrete and running down from the pens head. 

(Perhaps you think a pen couldnt bleed. After all its an inanimate object, it doesnt have any feelings, no organs, no brain and no blood. Nothing.
But that would be a wrong assumption. This pen isnt like any other pen. You have already read about it, it can talk, it can fly and it can die. Wow, that rhymes. That means it can also bleed. But its a pink pen. So the blood was pink. Alright, maybe it was ink. Wow, that rhymes aswell. But for the sake of the tale, the gore and the horror of this death, we will call it blood.) 

The pen had cracked in half. 

The blood wasn't the only liquid falling down on the concrete. The Persons tears were also falling. She had started to develop a bond with this talking pen and now it was just going to leave her here alone? With some random wings aswell?! 

I have to take this pen to the graveyard and bury it there. I can't just leave it here, The person thought to herself. It doesn't feel right. 

And with that she carefully picked up the pen and headed to graveyard, as the dark was falling down from the sky, slowly pushing the light from the sun down the deadly horizon.