Warning: this book's focus is drawn to a character who hints themes of depression and self-harm. The idea of the story is to present the experience of learning to understand and comfort someone through these struggles. So while these themes are cont...
"My aunt's coming over to check on me in ten minutes. Better make this quick," I told him, opening the door to my house.
"Do your parents not come home until late?" Asked the boy.
"Oh, no, they're out doing work. It normally takes them a few days to get a job done," I muttered.
"Come on," I added, stumbling up the stairs.
The boy followed me to my room where I got out the box from under my bed. I used a key from at the back of my draw to unlock the box.
"There. Take it..." I mumbled, hastily handing him the box.
"You're really scared of this thing, aren't you?" The boy said with a hint of sympathy.
"It's a gun. Not something I care to get used to," I told him.
"How stupid. It's not even loaded, you trivial human," the boy told me harshly.
Hint of sympathy gone...
"Trivial human?" I repeated in disappointment.
He looked in the case and then back at me.
"Is this a joke?!" He ordered to know, tossing the case back to me.
I caught it and in my surprisement, saw what was inside.
It's not there! The gun... it's... gone!!! Did Sora take it? No, she couldn't of. We definitely put it back...!
"Well? What the hell is this? I thought we had an agreement?" The boy argued.
"I... I don't understand. It was here! I swear! Why would I make that agreement with you if I knew I didn't have the gun - the only reason you'd agree to it in the first place?! I swear it was here just half an hour ago when Sora and I looked it over!" I let out in a desperate attempt to clear up what was going on.
"You were examining it, were you? And you let your friend see it too? So much for keeping your mouth shut," the boy said to me with an obvious bit of anger running through his voice.
"Well, maybe you should've kept closer tabs of it! Or hey, how about not using it in the first place?! I was actually really worried, you know?!" I returned.
"That's why I told you to leave it alone, you idiot! You'll only get hurt more and more if you keep on getting closer to me! I refuse to allow you to just-"
"Haha," came a sudden laugh from an open window.
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A boy with short red hair appeared, sitting by the window, allowing the wind to brush past his hair while in his possession, he held a very familiar looking gun.
