Sin

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"Monsters are real and ghosts are real too,

they live inside of us, and sometimes, they win."  -- Stephen King

        She watched in the distance as an army of older, tougher boys surrounded the younger boy, who was short and scrawny and wore these dorky glasses that she found embarrassing and adorable all at once.  

 

        This happened almost everyday, and she was getting sick of it.   

 

        People were so mean and she didn’t understand it at all.  The younger boy never did anything to them, yet they still picked on him.  Sure, she knew that he was different, but just because someone was different didn’t mean that they should be punished for it.  So what if he’d rather read books than play kickball with the other kids?  So what if the teachers had to buy his lunch for him some days because he didn’t have it, or that he had holes in his clothes sometimes?  Those things didn’t mean anything, because the little scrawny kid was still a human being and he shouldn’t be treated like this.

        

        Taking a deep breath, she started to walk over to the crowd of boys, who were now throwing the younger boy’s books all over the basketball court.  Not thinking, she started to rush over to them, her heart racing as she watched a slightly heavier boy punch him in the his stomach  

       

          “Hey, stop it!”  She shouted, though it didn’t really do much good, as everyone was more interested in the fight rather than the voice of an enraged, little blonde fourth grader who most likely couldn’t hurt anyone to save her life.  Finally making it to the group, she pushed her small body through the sea of kids and into the circle they had all formed around the younger boy and the few other boys who were beating on him.

 

        “Stop it!”  She yelled again, and this time she didn’t go unnoticed.  Everyone turned and stared at her and she immediately regretted doing this in the first place; she hated attention.  The heavier kid let go of the scrawny boy and he fell limply to the ground.  Not wasting a second, she raced over to him and picked him off the ground.  He was even smaller closer up.  They were the same height, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he weighed less than her.

 

        The heavier kid smiled, his yellow teeth completely displayed and she fought cringing.  He moved closer to them, almost as if he was trying to scare her away.  He was not going to.  “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”  He asked sinisterly, his eyes traveling from her and landing on the small boy in her arms.  “This your girlfriend?  We all thought you were a fag, but what do you know, I guess not.”  His statement got quite a few laughs and even a few cheers from the boys witnessing all of this.  She couldn’t understand why they were just standing there.  Didn’t they have a heart?

 

        “Why are you doing this?  Why don’t you just leave him alone?”  She demanded, getting angrier by the second.  They shouldn’t be doing this to him, he didn’t do anything to deserve this.  

 

        This only got another chuckle out of the older boy.  “Look out, boys, his little girlfriend here is going to save the day.  You don’t look like much, babe, you sure you want to do this?”

 

        Her only response was the tightening of her eyelids into small slits.  Making her decision, she gently moved the boys off of her lap, looking down quickly to see if he’d regained consciousness.  He did, and he was staring into her eyes so deeply that she felt he could see her soul.  

 

        “Are you an angel?”  He mumbled before his eyes fell closed again and she turned away from him, her pulse beating wildly.  The heavier boy had turned his back to the two of them, obviously thinking he had won and that he was the best person in the world.  He wasn’t and it was time he needed to know that.

 

        “Hey, fattie!”  She she called, making him turn back around in surprise.  Clearly, he hadn’t thought she’d stand up to him again.  She wasn’t even sure she would have the guts to stand up to him again.  But here goes nothing, she thought as she walked towards him until she was standing directly in front of him.  She had to tilt her head completely back just to see his face, which really wasn’t a good sign.

 

        “What do you want now?  I’m done with that little bitch, at least for today.”  He replied, seeming upset that she outed his appearance in front of his friends.  

 

        Taking another deep breath, she fisted her writing hand and swung her arm up and out as hard as she could and didn’t stop until she felt something connect with it.  A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, which she didn’t even know she had closed, to see the heavier kid groaning in pain and holding the left side of his face.  

 

        “You bitch!”  He shouted before turning and walking over to what was left of the group of boys.  She guessed they hadn’t wanted to stick around after he’d been hit by a girl.  

 

        “No, she’s an angel,”  a small, hoarse voice spoke from behind the both of them.  She turned around to see the younger boy had picked himself off the ground and was now looking at her with an emotion she hadn’t seen anyone have before.  

 

        “Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again, fag.”  The bully replied and started to walk away; recess was going to end any minute, anyways.  “Hopefully she won’t be here the next time.”  With that, he walked away.

 

        The girl walked over to him and he smiled, though she could tell it hurt to move his face.  She wondered why he would smile if it hurt because she really wasn’t something to hurt over.  “Are you okay?”  She asked him quietly, placing one of her small hands on his shoulder in comfort.

 

        He only nodded, “I am now.”

 

        She gave him a gentle smile in response, and he knew she was the one.