Lost #FuchsiaAwards2018[Rewriting]

Chapter 6

FlashBack

Laughter of small children filled the surrounding as they played in the school park.

In the centre of the sand pit played a little boy and on the swing was his friend -his best friend.

Suddenly a bully came and poured sand all over the little boy. Everyone surround him and laughed. His friend got off the swing and looked.

He didn't know what to do.

His friend looked at with pity but couldn't do anything.

The bullied was hurt.

His own friend-best friend couldn't help him.

The bully pushed the poor boy and walked away.

The friend came running to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked the bullied.

"Go away!" The bullied cried. "I don't need you!"

The words hurted.

The friend backed up tears forming in his eyes.

"Fine!" The boy wiped his tears, running away. His heart hurted.

The friendship just broke apart.

Years went and they grew up separate. They competed aganist each other every time.

They had different groups of friends and they were just alike.

As they grew up their groups became even more competitive. They became the most known gangsters.

Everyone was scared of them, even police. The groups made their images that way.

The two groups rebelled aganist each other comparing the wealth they have but the other group with the rejected friend were different.

They shared their money with the poor. They pitied them. He pitied them, if he couldn't help his friend maybe he could help them.

Then one day came when his mother died.

He lost his bubbly personality and became solemn and aggressive. He caused much harm to people because of this and when he went to the hospital.

They found out that he had a disorder.
Split personality disorder.

He could be normal now and then change into a maniac in a second.

But to solve this there was his friends. His six close friends whom he adored. They took care of him and when he was at the urge to recover, another incident happened.

Late one night, they both met again.

"Hi! There V!" The other boy, smiled sothfully. He was drunk holding a beer bottle.

The other boy ignored him and continued talking to his friend on the phone.

They were walking late in the streets near the forest. It was a cold night and they both had to go back home.

"Can't you hear me!" The drunkard shouted again.

The other boy stopped at his tracks and pulled his phone down.
"What do you want?" He asked.