Errers had seen. The boy's arms were bandaged, thin and fragile and as though they could be broken so easily. What had happened? What had the boy done to himself?
Errers had his own concerns when it came to students, maybe he cared too much, maybe he didn't care enough, but whatever it was, the thought of Iyden Hecks injured enraged him.
Iyden had submitted another piece of work, this time, it was a poem.
Trying to reach
For the surface,
I grab and scrape
At the things that aren't there.
I watch as the rain
Keeps pouring whilst I swim
In this giant puddle
Of mess.
Errers felt sick. A good poem, yet somehow, it seemed too deep for this detatched boy to write. He photocopied it and then marked the original, giving Iyden an 'A'. He put the photocopy in the bottom draw of his desk, and then straightened his tie. He'd keep it there...maybe as evidence. He felt as though there was something wrong with the boy, and some part of him was desperate to know what.
The feelings start to return,
Like the horrors as I
Pull myself apart
And don't stop.
I unravel myself and
watch as it becomes thicker
And heavier
Until my whole body feels like lead.
It overcomes me,
And takes me away from
All of the mess I'd made.
Until it washes back.
It drowns me.
And finally I
succumb.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Brother
Short StoryLife is full of struggles. Haydrian, a student, lives with his younger brother Iyden to protect him from the world's worries and fears. Something happened to Iyden, and he can not talk about it, but it is etched onto his fragile memory. Living alone...
