The Boy Who Could Fly (Fuenciado)

Deerless Non-Parks

Jaimes POV

I was crying harder than I had since my dad walked out on me and my mom four years ago.

I was twelve, and my dad had lived with us up to that point. It wasn't much better than my current situation though. My mom and dad were always fighting. They'd drink too much whenever they could, which was usualky the weekends. My dad was on social welfare, and my mom worked part time at a take out shop down the street. We lived in the same place we do now - a shitty council house in a shitty council estate called Deer Park.

Let me tell you a bit about deer park - first off, its not a park, and it looks nothing like one. There is a square of houses, with a patch of dead or dying grass in the middle. It's always a faded green colour, apart fron when it turns slightly brown in the summer, burnt from the sun. Secondly, there are no deer. The only animals are a couple of wild cats that the crazy cat lady in number three keeps feeding.There are no trees. There is one road leading out of it, and if you turn left once you leave, you'll pass more shitty council estates filled with shitty council houses, untill you continiue for several minutes to reach the skate park, and then town.

Anyway, I had left our shitty council house (number nineteen, directly opposite crazy cat lady's house), running asfast as I could while simultaneously gasping for breath, as you do when you're bawling your eyes out. I heard Steve calling after me, which only made me run faster. I exited the shitty deerless non-park, and ran until my legs were shaking so much I could barely stand. I was still crying, and I couldn't run any farther. I had stopped outside tye skate park and because it was fairly early (before one anyways), thankfully, there was no one there.

I walked past the skate ramps and such, untill I reached this shed-thing.It was open tpthe elements on one side, with a bench inside, and it was covered in graffiti. I sat down, tears still streaming down my face as I saw a text from Vic. "on my way into town, Starbucks at 1? :) x". Shit. I was supposed to be meeging Vic...I decided to let him know I was here and asked him to come down. I hoped he'd hurry.

It must have only been about five minutes later when I heard someone running towards me. I had almost stopped crying, but my face was soaked with tears along with some of my clothes, and I was shaking badly. I couldn't breathe. I think I was having some sort of panic attack.

"Jaime.." It was Vic. hopefully he could calm me down. "Jaime, please look at me...dude, what happened, I...I came as fast as I could...Jaime please..." My knees were pulled up towards me,and my head was buried in my lap. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I knew he wasthe only one who could calm me down. I felt a hand gently lift my chin up so I was looking into Vic's eyes. The beautiful brown irises were filling up with tears and clouded with worry. "what's wrong?" he pleaded. "Let me help". I slowly put my legs down and looked down to avoid those eyes I'd upset. "J-just, y'know...uhm, Steve...he..." I didn't even know what to say. Steve said nothing but the truth. Bit I didn't have to explain to Vic. He just pulled me into a super tight hug, and held me until I stopped shaking. We must have been there for at least twenty minutes, but with Vic holding me close and whispering sweet things into my ear, the world started to look a lot nicer.