you haven't been to school for weeks.
and everyone is beginning to start rumours about you.
one of them saw you in the supermarket, eyes dead and skin pale.
knowing that just makes me want to run to your house and
comfort you
and so i come home home from school
thinking about the times when you were sad and
i would hug you until it's alright
about the times when you and i would lie down on the floor together and
listen to sad songs together.
you don't deserve what ever you're going through
(but half of me smiles at the fact you're hurting too)
the next day i've decided to come over to your house to comfort you
and possibly, just possibly, get our friendship back.
my sweaty palms knock on your door
and you answer the door.
your eyes are red and puffy
as i raise my hand up for an awkward wave,
suddenly you scowl and say
"go away freak"
YOU ARE READING
anathema
Short Storyshe's nothing more but anathema to him. //inspired by a song by twenty one pilots
