Short Stories

Notes

  Their hearts keep pounding, but Their minds are absent. Their feet keep pacing, but Their thoughts lie still. Tears keep flowing, but Their brains lie there, without knowing.

He walks in.

His smile vibrant, his voice full of intelligence, and his joyful laughter brings Them to a halt. There's a collective spark that resonates within Their minds. He's different. They all feel it,even through Their numb hearts, They feel the difference.

It all seems uneven now, the balance has shifted from its default. This angers Them, so They think it's only fair that They must anger him. They push him, further and further and further across that line, that sweet little boy.

He just laughs it off, he doesn't want to hurt Their feelings; he just thinks it's Their way of being friendly. He laughs and jokes and helps out whenever he can, but that just angers Them more. They are on the brink of realizing Their mistake, but They must improvise a justification for their cruelty. They blame him, say he's full of narcissism and arrogance, nothing good to speak of, but They are proven wrong, for They finally break him, his purest insecurities and deepest fears are broadcasted to each and every one of Them.

This won't stop them though; now he's just a loser, driven crazy by his pathetic failures. Now They feel that they are safe with Their trusty scapegoat by Their side. They have rightly justified Their stupidity and are proud that They have succeeded in Their mission to push that newcomer down.

All is right in their minds until she comes along; she is friendly to him more than she is to any of Them, she encourages his laughter, his intelligence, his freedom. They will not stand for that, oh no, They will strike her down, just as They did him.

They tried and tried, but she never stayed down, she could see that their absent minded glares were nothing to be afraid of. Despite her kindness, she pushed back.  For him, everything was good, they couldn't get him unless they wanted to be faced with her.

Their anger continued to grow and fester within them until she had to leave. Now, once again, he was forced in a place that forbids the conveying of even his most simple sources of joy, for they would destroy them. He chooses to stay invisible to avoid the constant mockery and hatred.

He decided to escape into his music. He practiced song after song and he reached a point where he could improvise beats and melodies to his heart's content. He played them on the piano at school. They never bothered him while he played his energetic tunes, they just sat and watched in compete and total silence.

He escaped into the music, fighting the anger with each and every note. The notes were his only line of defense, his only source of peaceful solitude. Eventually, they grew jealous of his music. They ridiculed it mercilessly, but his notes climbed high above the realm of mindless ridicule, he continued to create his music that thundered triumphantly above them all, for they wouldn't allow him to be an equal and he didn't want to be their doormat.

He arrived to get better and better, to succeed in all areas they fell short, to show them that their cruelty would only push them closer and closer to their failure.

They still wouldn't accept him, they were still determined to prove that they were born better than him. However, much to their dismay, he had become accustomed to their false superiority and continued to astonish and infuriate them with his undeniably wonderful music. Eventually, they grew tired of their failed attempts at pestering him, so they gave up and let him create his music in peace.

The more music he created, the more he disappeared into his mind, shutting out the world that surrounded him.

The music. The music filled his head.All he could see were the music sheets he'd read. They had left his mind a blank sheet, he filled it with notes instead. Then notes are all that clouded his mind as he lay in bed. And now, better still, the boy still has a head filled with nothing but music.

They would say he's sick, but there's no point to it, he would never hear it.

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I know this may seem confusing but just open your mind. It wont make sense if you dont. There really isn't a theme in this, you can interpret this however you'd like to.