Sick N Tired

Plato remembered that he wore mismatched socks, navy and red. He supposed it didn't matter, given the fact that he would die. That's why he needed his gun so badly. He cradled close to him like a child as he hid in the planetarium. He knew that there were bad men outside, who wanted to hurt him.

He had accidentally shot one of the people who were after Jim. They had gotten his address book, he let Jim down. He didn't think he'd be able to apologize, they didn't like him. They left him, just like his parents. He was let down for what seemed the millionth time.

He sniffled and begun to cry, he couldn't help it. He wiped his eyes from the unleashing tears. He heard the door open, he stiffened up. It was dark and he was ready to shoot at the officer. By how he was snivelling and stifling sobs, he knew he ought to quiet down. He did so, before hearing a familiar voice.

It was a voice that evoked comfort in him, the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. But instead, the was distraught, angry and wanting solitude. "Plato, is that you?" Jim asked, stepping closer to his hiding spot. He felt like such a child, like he was playing hide and seek instead of hiding from the authorities.

He didn't answer, he clamped his mouth shut and stared on into the darkness. He was petrified, he felt like he couldn't move. Jim had to be persistent because he spoke again, "I know you're in here, you know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"

It was probably true.. In his mind, images flashed quickly of being awakened by three boys that wanted to hurt him, discovering that his only friends had left him alone. Scorn filled his sensitive heart, changing rapidly like the flash of lightning.

"Why did you leave me.. all alone?" His voice sounded so brittle to Jim. He could tell he had just cried. He felt truly sorry, guilty and helpless.

"I told you, we'd come back." He reminded him that he was a man of his word. And because of this, he had to be honest with Plato, even if it scared him. "There's police outside." He approached the panel and turned on the controls.

A faint whirring began and stars flickered on the planetarium's dome. It was beautiful at the most tragic moment. "They're going to hurt me." Plato replied, watching stars on the ceiling. It filled him with some temporary comfort, it disappeared as soon as it appeared. He was lost again.

Maybe he could live here, he didn't have to come out. But what choice did he have? He swallowed what little spit in his mouth. He wiped some sweat of his brow, but he was freezing. He closed his eyes, heaving a sigh.

"They won't hurt you, they just wanna' see if you're alright.." He reassured, approaching to where Plato was hiding. He paused then added, "that's all."

Plato wasn't listening. His words passed through his like a ghost. All he thought about was: The End Of The World. Maybe it was the end, maybe it didn't have to. Maybe if he stayed, then he'd be okay and the world wouldn't explode.

He thought about the words he had heard during the show. Simple, neutral words but they struck fear in him. "Remember what he said?" Plato asked, listening to Jim's feet on the carpet. His fingers trembled against the gun, he inhaled deeply-like he couldn't get enough air.

"Huh?" Jim quirked a brow up and stood in front of where Plato was. He was see him trembling but he wouldn't touch him. He wouldn't provoke such a scared person. Even when he held a gun, he looked like a little kid who was afraid of something so mundane. But that wasn't the case, there were cops outside and maybe he understood why he felt so paralyzed.

"You know.." Plato began, his voice wavered before he dropped his voice to a whisper, "that when the earth dies, when the world ends, the universe will just go on.." His eyes cast down to his brown shoes. It upset him, he felt like comparing it to what happened earlier.