There was this boy in our class, quiet, independent and mysterious. His face never showed any emotions but his eyes did. His ocean blue eyes that you could drown in held, pain and sadness.
I saw this.
But no one else did.
On hot summer days he would always wear a jumper. A hoodie. It was like his way of blocking out the world. Always hiding his face under his hoodie. Always sitting at the back of the class by himself. Everyone says that they've never heard him talk. But I did. One class when I sat just in front if him, I heard him praying, for help, for a saver. But as always.
No one else did.
I started to make it a daily routine to walk past the library where I'd always see him, sitting in the corner, face hid behind the books. His eyes trailing along the line of words in the book. I walk I to the library that day, walking past him and sitting right across from him. I could feel him look up to look at him and I look right back and smiled.
"What's your name?" I relented asking.
His ocean blue eyes, were darker now and held something else. Underneath his jawline I saw a bruise. My smile dropped ask tried to talk but he stood up and left. He looked hurt, in pain, in need of someone to help him, save him but I couldn't. I didn't.
And no one else did.
The next day I walked past the library and no one was there. He wasn't there. In class at the back of the room the seat was empty. No one else was there. He wasn't there.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon it was the end if the year since I've seen him. Curiosity took over me as on the last day of school. So I decided to go and sit at the seat at the back.
Where he used to sit
All my friends told me I was crazy for wanting to sit at where he sat but I didn't care. I sat down on the chair, and the thirst thing I saw was that the desk was covered with writing, all over.
Help me
Save me
I want to die
Please hear my calls
Help!
God please answer my prayers
All written in the desk in blue bold writing. And then one which caught my eye, that was written right at the bottom left corner of the desk.
Why couldn't you save me
Why couldn't you helped me
You were the only one who knew, I know you knew
You know who you are
Why couldn't you save me? Why? Why couldn't you reach out?
When no one else did?
Blue, blue, blue
Why didn't you save me?
That's all you had to do
-Blue
I remembered my classmates asking me why I was crying all of sudden.
But I ignored their voices, drowned them out as I looked back down at the desk you once sat at...tears still streaming down as I quietly whispered to you...through the desk hoping you'd hear me...
The boy who paints Blue...
I'm sorry I couldn't save you...
