Means of Despair

2:hi Jaime

I never received a text from Vic. So the next day I took my camera to the park and sure enough, Vic was there. He was writing viciously and wiping at his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater that covered his hands. 

I ran over to him. 

He looked up fearfully and flipped to a new page of his sketchbook, writing a little before handing me the book and his pen. 

Hi Jaime.

I sat next to him and he moved away a bit. Is everything okay Cutie?

He read it and shook he's head, tears spilling out of his eyes and he shook. 

I put my arms around him and let him cry in my chest. He let out heart wrenching sobs as he cried. They were so quiet and pain filled. I rubbed his back soothingly. His cries stopped but he stayed buried in my chest. I grabbed his sketch book, writing. What's wrong Cutie?

He shook as the wind blew and I quickly took off my jacket, putting it on his shoulders and wrapping it around him slightly. I looked down at his sketchbook. Why are you doing this? No one else does. 

Because I care Vic. I care. 

Why?

Must you say that to everything? Now What's wrong? Who hurt my little Cutie? Do I need to kill a bitch?

Vic quietly laughed. I knew that he could talk, but it'd be a struggle for him. I knew this. Okay, maybe I googled it briefly last night but I knew it! His laugh was beautiful. He sniffled and put his pen to the page. 

Don't worry about me Jaime, I'm fine. 

Why were you crying?

Vic crossed that out. I'm fine. His face was emotionless and he looked at me, eyes still swollen and red, cheeks still covered in tear-stains. 

What were you writing. 

A note. 

To who?

My family. He started breathing really heavy, eyes becoming watery. 

Did you draw that? I said, pointing to a picture of a girl flying away from a shattered building. I was trying to change the subject, to distract from what ever was causing him pain. 

Vic nodded, looking over it nervously. 

It's beautiful. 

Do you want it? 

What?

Vic ripped it out of his book and handed it to me. 

I smiled and he smiled back. 

I should be getting home. He tried to give me my jacket but I gestured for him to keep it. 

Okay, bye Cutie. Text me. 

Bye Jaime, thank you. The smaller boy got up and left. I looked over the drawing he gave me, it was amazing. I flipped it over and found a letter. I decided that it'd be better to read it once I got home. 

My phone vibrated. 

Unknown number: ummm. Hi Jaime. 

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Oh my god, you guys have no idea how much I love writing this. I'm so excited for later on in the story bc PLANS ARE GREAT and I have one and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

Please leave comments because those make me happy and shit. Yeah. 

~Kate XP