Whispering Trees

I ran through the forest, each step pounding the ground with anger and ferocity. My bad temper got me again. Twigs snapped sharply at my heels with every drop of my foot, echoing around me in the small forest. I began to run out of stamina and slowed down, bringing my fierce dash to a halt. I panted heavily while I leaned against a tree and rest.  Things always turn out like this, I thought. Then, I heard branches breaking behind me. I quickly turned my head to see a boy, around the same age as myself, staring at me as if i was some sort of foreign object.
Who're you? I asked audaciously. He gave no reply and stepped closer to me. He examined me ever-so carefully. I stood completely still and watched in a daze and confusion.
My name is Louis. Why are you here? He said suddenly. I was surprised, I was beginning to think he didn't speak my language. I just wanted to get away. I said to him casually. He stared for a minute then spoke. Get away from what exactly? He kept doing that. Surprising me, that is. My family. They just... Wait aren't you being a little rude? I mean, asking me questions like that and all. Don't you even wanna know my name? He got up close to me. Okay, what's your name? I know I said he should have asked but him actually asking made me feel intimidated. My name is Peter. Now, what did you say your name was, Louis. Since you asked me questions, let me ask you some. First of all, why are you here? I thought a saw the glimpse of a smile but it had to of been a mistake. I dunno. I'm just here all the time. My head was rattled with how odd he was. We talked for a long time after that. I told him how my mother spoiled my brother and my father was never home. He listened attentively, absorbing each word with true care in what I was saying. I felt at ease when I was with him. Can I show you something, Peter. He stated very suddenly in the middle of a discussion. He seemed to be very eager to bring me to some place, so I follwed. Again, I followed carefully, making sure not to lose sight of Louis, through trees, branches, and bushes alike. We made our way to a small, isolated part of the woods with only dirt and a stone of some sort. What's this? It says something right? Louis ignored my words as I pranced up to the stone. Thank you, Peter. He whispered very gently. I brushed off dirt and grass that entangled the stone to reveal in large font: R.I.P. Louis Kerwick 2001-2013. I felt only confusion. Hey, Louis. I started to say as I turned around, but when I turned, I was all alone. Louis?