Bone Boy

How we met

     There's this guy in my class, it seems he is normal, just a bit shy, and after talking to him I even think he's cool. But everyone seems to bully and mock him for being skinny, which is what I think made him so secretive, well, I guess I know now huh. I got to talk with him for a project, and then would sit with him at lunch for the next few weeks. he wouldn't talk to me much at first but warmed up over time. We almost started acting like friends. Besides how everyone stared in the halls, we talked in-between classes, at lunch, in class sometimes. Anytime we could, sense he wasn't allowed to have a phone. And then one day he came up to me, telling me his mom invited me over. And that she was really excited that he finally had a friend. Witch didn't seem weird; my parents were the same way. 

     I walked home with him that day, and as we approached the house, he mentioned that we weren't allowed inside because his mother was sick. He said it was some generational disease and that it was hard to explain. There was an abandoned shed right outside the house, he said it belonged to his dad. We went in there, and he automatically started showing his drawings. He had turned the old shed into his own personal hangout. For someone who barely shows his face, he had a huge personality. After talking he even asked to draw me. It was great, we talked as I stood still, and he drew my curly gold hair with oil paints and hung it up on the wall. 

     Another thing in the old shed was a small basketball hoop. I asked about it, apparently, he plays and has never joined a league. He started shooting the ball and I served as his mini-type team. He seemed so happy to have someone over. He asked if I wanted to see his new trick, obviously I approved, but that's when everything went wrong. His hoodie got caught on the hoop, and it ripped off. I stared in shock; he had no flesh. He was just bone, no skin, no organs, no blood, just bone. And his facial structure was animal like, not human, almost the skeleton of some kind deer. 

     He took one look at what happened and insisted I run. I was in shock, I couldn't move or do anything. And that's when his mother walked out. She was twice his size; she could have never fit in that small home. I don't remeber much but seeing him plead. Ever since I've been locked in this shed, I've been here for days, and they haven't fed me. I've seen the boy a few times, each time he couldn't bare to talk to me. I fear that they are going to either turn me into one of them or kill me for what I saw.