Short Stories

Marry Had A New Friend

The year was 1962. Mike has always been a very special boy. From birth his mother became conscious of the fact that things looked more alive around Mike. Whether they were plants, bugs or even lizards. Any kind of life forms adored Mike, except other kids. They always thought he was weird and that he had a scary side. They weren't wrong about that. But what his mother did not know was that beings were not only more dynamic, but lifeless things were getting away with death. Mike knew that, and he knew how to control that power of his, he just chose not to.

"Hello! Welcome to the neighborhood! My name is Juliet, this is my daughter Marry. We just wanted to say hello and gift you this apple pie. I hope it's a good time. " Mikes mother, Taylor was forcing herself not to cringe to the high pitched voice of her new neighbor.

"Yeah, hey. I'm Taylor, why don't you two come in?" She has always been a very kind and polite woman. That's why her husband got attracted to her in their high school years. Her charming beauty and her sweet personality. The two guests went inside the house trying not to hit the newly opened cardboard boxes.

"Mike, we have visitors!" She yelled at her 11 year old son to come downstairs to greet them. As Mike arrived to the living room he could not help but notice the radiating beauty of the little girl in the pink dress and the two pigtails.

"This is Mike, my son." After they all shared hello's they sat down for a deep conversation. Mike always loved these kinds of conversations. Where people talk non-stop for hours about complex situations in their lives. But today he was not focused on listening to the newly met woman's secrets, he was focused on her daughter, Marry. He has already memorized her sparkling chestnut eyes. He believed that the truth about a person was hidden in their eyes.

"I'm very thankful that you moved here. The previous owners were very loud when they were havi-" Taylor knew where this sentence was going so she decided to do the right thing before everyone would start to get uncomfortable as well.

"Marry, why don't you show Mike around? You two could get to know each other." Marry nodded her head without saying anything, just like she did this whole time. As Mike and Marry left the house, the inappropriate conversation carried on between Juliet and Taylor.

"So where are we going?" Mike asked full of life.

"The park." She answered shortly.

"I like the park. I once broke my arm when i fell off a swing. It wasn't that painful but i couldn't take notes in school." He glanced over to Marry. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Mike asked desperately for a conversation.

"I don't know." She continued looking forward to the sidewalk.

"Well i want to be a doctor and help people heal. I heard it is really hard to become one but i am willing to try." He realized how calm Marry was.

"You are not that talkative are you?" Marry glared at him for a second and then looked back to the road.

Mike started looking down at his feet, kicking small rocks left and right at the defeat of talking to the pretty girl. Mike then felt something. A very familiar feeling he missed. The pressure in his chest and the tingling sensation at the tip of his fingers. He looked at his left and saw a graveyard. His eyes glittered to this view.

"Let's go there!" He clapped joyfully.

"We can't. My mother does not allow me to. She says it's not a good place for children to play." This was the most she spoke so far and she meant every single word.

"It'll be fine. C'mon, i wanna show you something." Without letting Marry speak he took her by the arm and ran towards the rusty, black gate. Marry was frightened by Mike's excitement but she didn't do anything against it. She wanted to know why her mother wasn't allowing her to come to this place without getting in trouble. Instead she could just blame Mike for making her go there. Two birds one stone she thought.

"Pick someone." Mike said trying to calm his excitement down. He was jumping up and down. He couldn't wait to live the thrill he used to in his old town.

"W-what do you mean?" Marry looked around. She wasn't a big fan of this place with all the big, covering pine trees, the dark and dry dirt with the uncared, grown grass and all the different shaped stones that symbolized tragedy and agony. The sky darkening wasn't helping her either.

"Come on now. Pick someone!" Mike was getting impatient without empathizing to Marry's cowered self. He was never able to understand others. He always assumed that other kids felt the same way he did. He then decided to randomly walk around to a grave. Simon Crawford he reads.

"Put your ear to the grave." Marry did what he said. With her hands shaking, she slowly bent down. After waiting for a while and only hearing her own raising heartbeat, she heard paining murmurs, fast scratchings and elbow hits coming from the ground. It was Simon Crawford. She didn't move. She felt burning in her chest and sickness in her stomach. Mike giggled.

"Let's go over there now." Mike said, ready for someone else to be brought back to life. Just like he used to do routinely.

"We can't just leave him there!" Marry finally spoke.

"Well, that's the fun of it. You just leave them there and listen closely." For Mike, it was music to his ears.

"You are a sick person!" Marry didn't believe this was real. A dead man cannot make noises. A young boy cannot have such powers. A young boy cannot be this atrocious. Her eyes started to water.

"You are the only person i showed this to! Why aren't you happy about this?" Mike yelled. He was genuinely frustrated and angry at this moment. He thought that maybe sharing his secret would bring them closer. That's what he wanted. To be closer to the girl he liked.

Marry turned in fear to start running. She couldn't take this anymore. But she got stopped by a tight grip by her arm. Her eyes widened.

"You are not going anywhere!" Mike felt this fuming rage within him. He pulled the girl hard enough that she smashed her head on the corner of the grave stone. It happened so fast that she didn't even have time to react to this. Blood dripping down her wound. Mike knew what he just did. He was numb inside. No joy, no grief. Nothing. He looked at the vision in front of him, still able to hear the distant screams of Simon Crawford.

Mike started to walk away. That was the first and only time he decided to not use his powers.

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Wow ok I'm actually very proud of how this turned out! It is very dark but I might've discovered a genre other than fantasy that i like writing about. If you have any feedback please make sure to comment it. Thank youu!