Ah, my sons. I hope you're ready. This story is.. Well it's complicated, but as promised: I'll tell you.
It all started 20 years ago, when I met a boy, named Sean.
Sean was a simple boy, dressed like everyone else, had a decent sense of humour and took no offence to anything. However, on this one particular day, I knew something was up with him. Something... Big.
"Hey, Sean, what's up?" I approached the crying boy, he was shaking, eyes wide, pale, his hair was tucked under his black beanie, but it was still easy to tell it was messy.
"N-Nothing.. J-Just go away.." He paused and sobbed, before muttering please. I couldn't help but stare.. I didn't talk, I didn't move. I just watched him cry. It was hard seeing an innocent boy like that cry. Really hit me hard.
No one knew what was to happen. Not even Sean, or myself. But I remember, the day after I found him there, on the street, he was a changed boy. He was a.. Man.
At school the next day, Sean walked up to me, he handed me a note and 10 Dollars. The note read "I'm sorry you saw me like that" I'm not sure, to this day, why he apologised. But he did. I saw him alone all day, he didn't interact with anyone, I didn't see him any lessons. He was a lost cause. Whatever happened, it had affected him. He stood straight, slowly walking around the field track. It was like this for a few weeks, he wouldn't turn up to lessons but would slowly walk the track. A few times, people tried to make talk with him, one time it resulted in a fight- and Sean was the victor. But everyone saw him as a loner now. No one had heard him talk.
When the days got shorter and colder, Sean began to turn up to lessons. It took him three months to get back into lessons since whatever happened, had happened. Luckily for me, I sat next to him in nearly every single lesson. He was still smarter than me, so he must've done a lot of revision. It was after last lesson on a Friday, I was stood by a Bin emptying stray bits of paper and notes I didn't need. Sean had walked up behind me, and rested against a bench. I slowly pulled a crumpled page out of my bag, checking to see what it was. Sean then walked over to me, with a note.
The note read: Walk with me once you're done.
It confused me, but I just threw all the bits I still had away, and just walked with him. We walked to the alleyway opposite of where I found him when he was crying. He wiped his cheek with his sleeve, then finally spoke.
"I'm.. I.." His voice was weak, it sounded croaky. He burst into tears again. Had he not talked since all those weeks ago? I held out my hand, and he took it, then fell into my arms and I hugged him. We walked in the direction towards my house at that current time, and went up into my room. I'm afraid I can't.. "Remember" what we done, but I do remember him and I on my bed, we was just resting. He eventually told me what was wrong with him. But the rest is foggy.
