"Come on Joshua we've been here since nearly a week go make some friends!" My mom screamed as she carried more boxes through the house. "Well, where should I go?" I rolled my eyes and continued reading as she answered: "go around the neighborhood, look if there are some kids you can talk to will you?" She really thinks this is a need for me as if it's so important for me to get friends. "Ok mom, one second and I'll be out"
As I walked out the door I put on some music, walking towards the forest that's behind the backyard. I know that no one will be there, that It will be quiet, silent like nobody is near me. I feel the cold air on my skin, the leaves blowing back and forth between me and the trees as I notice a small path that goes through the woods, not knowing where it ends. I decide to follow it with, small, quiet steps. My music is still blasting through my earbuds, Linkin Park to be exact. I look around, every tree is the same, every single one of them is beautiful but so normal. I walk on as I notice a difference, realizing that I'm standing in front of a huge tree, a treehouse placed on it. I take out my earbuds, as I hear the sound of a voice and a ukulele, I listen closely. "Down in the forest" he sounds precious his voice almost perfect, unique if you ask me. "We'll sing a chorus" he's sitting in the treehouse, so I sat down in front of it, unable for him to see. I continued listening after I found a comfortable way. "One that everybody knows" his voice is very low, his guitar or ukulele is louder than his voice, but you can still understand him perfectly. "Hands held higher" he sounds defeated, sad, in fear. "We'll be on fire" he knows what he's singing, maybe he wrote it. "Singing songs that nobody wrote" perhaps he's just singing what he's thinking, but it sounds so... perfect, fitting. He continues playing the ukulele, singing different things than before. "I don't wanna fall, fall away" his voice sounds so beautiful, angel like. "I will keep the lights on in this place" I'm lost for words, with my thoughts, I never thought I would be so fascinated by a voice. "Cause' i don't wanna fall, fall away." I could listen to him all day, so precious and wonderful, tell me, what's your name? "I disguise" I want to know you. "And I will lie" I want to see. "And I will waste my precious time" I want to say "as the days melt away" hello. "As I stand in line" I feel like I'm glued here, not able to move. "And I die as I wait" please, I want to know who you are, talk to you. "As I wait for my crime" I don't know you, but I want to. "And I'll try to delay what you make of my life" I want to scream, show him I'm here. "But I don't want your way" will he get mad if I tell him that I'm listening? "I want mine" will he get mad when I say hello? "I'm dying and I'm trying" maybe he doesn't even want to talk to me. "But believe me I'm fine" maybe he's shy, not feeling well, I shouldn't disturb him. "But I'm lying" maybe I should go. "I'm so very far from fine"
Suddenly, it gets quiet. The ukulele stopped, so did the singing. Joshua see's how the boy stands up, still in the treehouse. Joshua is in fear, if he stands up now the boy will hear him, if he stays there he will see him. Suddenly, the boy screams.
"IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?" Josh widens his eyes, he sits still, not moving at all. "Anybody?" The boy says, this time quietly, nearly silent. He collapses on the hard, cold wood of the tree house, Joshua could hear him crying, it broke his heart. "Please," he said in between his sniffs, Joshua wants to run to him, say that it will be okay, give him a hug. He wants to comfort him, take him away from this cold, hard wood, onto his warm, comfortable bed. But Joshua knows that he can't do that, so he stands up quietly, wiping away the small tears in the corner of his eyes, Turning around and walking away, silently putting back the ear buds and turning the volume up high, trying not to fall to the ground and cry as he thinks about the lyrics he just heard from the mysterious boy in the treehouse.
