Suicide Boy

The Cemetary

One day Courtney was at home, her mom was yelling at her, her siblings were running around and screaming. So as per usual, she went for a walk. She decided to walk through a graveyard. As she enters the gates, she feels a chill. But she wasn't cold, it wasn't just any chill. It was the chill of presence. It was like someone was watching her or even following her. She looked around and the coast seemed clear. So she kept walking. Then she stops. Suddenly she sees, what looks like a little kid. A toddler, in fact. It looked more like a little boy. Blue rain coat, jeans, and rain boots. She went to approach him so see if he was lost. He wasn't walking fast, but she somehow couldn't seem to get herself to his speed. It's like she was pulling weights behind her. She called "excuse me? Excuse me!?", and the boy didn't even turn back to look. "Hey! Buddy? You okay there?". Nothing. So she tried to get up to him. She couldn't. He kept walking and headed for the road. She thought "oh no. I am not about to watch a little boy get hit by a car" so she ran and ran with all her might. But still couldn't catch up. He was walking still though. Not even a jog, hop, sprint, or skip. Just walking. But she couldn't catch up. He walked into the road without a sign of fear. He crossed. Dodged the cars perfectly, in fact. Dodged them without a bit of effort. But then he walked toward the train tracks across the street. *ding ding ding* cries the warning bell for a train. The red lights flicker. The boy doesn't even react. Just walks towards. Courtney was numb. She couldn't shout. She couldn't run for him. She couldn't blink. She couldn't save herself from the trauma she was about to witness. She was going to see a young boy die. "Unless..", she thought "the other cars can see him!! Of course they can! He's right there on their right!!!"  But no. The train came. The train was about a millimeter away from him and POOF!, he was gone. He didn't die. He didn't get hit. He just vanished. "Maybe I'm dreaming" she thought. She slapped herself in the face a few times. She couldn't wake up. But then she realized "I'm not dreaming...". So she thought "maybe I'm just going crazy". She was sure of it. She didn't  tell anyone about this mysterious boy.