In a productive society where everything goes smoothly, there's always going to be that one person who fucks up and ruins it for everyone.
That was the life story of Elak Burkett, the unlucky soul born on April Fools; his birthday said it all: his whole life could be called a joke.
He was the fruit of a drunken one night stand at a college party, and was taken into custody by his mother.
In his own mother's words, he had other names beside Elak, and those names were "a burden" and "a mistake."
In the almost perfect town of Riverside, Elak stood out like a sore thumb.
He was the kid who was dressed in hand-me-downs from his uncle or worn out clothing from goodwill in a crowd of privileged rich kids dressed in designer clothes.
He was the kid who biked to school with a rusty bicycle with flat poked tires, while the other kids sat in their cars, legs crossed and heads faced down to their phone screens.
He was the kid who always stayed by themselves, as the other people in his class chatted themselves away.
Sometimes, Elak wanted to disappear.
Sometimes, Elak wished that he could go far away.
Because even if he went far away, the earth would still rotate.
His classmates would go to school, as if nothing has changed.
The adults would go to work, as if nothing has changed.
His mother would eat dinner, as if nothing has changed.
As time went by, Elak couldn't take it anymore. He was suffocating in a world were no one cared about him, where he was just thrown away. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't stand all those painful thoughts that would go through his head. His own thoughts were poisoning him, and it was self destructive.
Elak believed that he was nothing and will never be anything. He believed that the only way to end his emptiness was to stop breathing.
Like how Cinderella did, he snucked out of his house to make it before midnight. He rushed to the infamous old abandoned building in the city, and creaked his way up all to the 13th floor.
He looked up the sky one last time and looked at the moon.
Elak felt like the moon. The moon would only shine at night, the time where everyone's gone to bed and couldn't care less. The moon's brightness would go unnoticed, because there was always the sun in the day.
But it was too late.
Taking one last deep breath, Elak stepped off the building, falling down to the ground with a faint tear on his cheek.
For once, Elak felt like he could breathe freely, without a worry in the world.
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The Boy from the Moon {Hiatus}
Short Story"How's life as a single ghost?" "Oh, it's great. The only problem is that I have no body be with." --- That night, Elise saw it all. Elise saw a random kid who went by the name Elak Burkett, the boy from the moon, jump off a building only to fall in...
