The fireworks haven't started yet so I'm gonna go see if Lola's awake. She's autistic. And I'm her only friend. Which also makes me her best friend. And best friends help people.
I would be helping. You know by making her come out tonight and watch the fireworks. I mean she's just so alone. And uptight. Which makes what I'm doing good. Right?
Anyway, I quickly tell Brad that I'm going to get Lola. He says she's a freak. But she isn't. She's just... different. And she also has an unusually large and obvious crush on him. It doesn't bother me; she won't act on it and he won't say yes.
There's a bright light coming from her road. They're probably fireworks. It is New Year's Eve. But my worry grows as I near the house. Smoke billows into the air, cloaks of grey subtly tinting the night sky. A faint crackling sound rings in my ears and a distant scream pierces my ignorance, shocking me back to reality. My legs couldn't run any faster and, when I finally reach the house after years of what feels like running, the screams are deafening. Only then do I realise that I'm screaming too.
I wanted to help, but I wasn't quick enough.
But at least now she's normal. Because the normal die.
Author's Note:
This story isn't true. But it tells the story of how all, not only the ones with needs, are ridiculed and hurt for their differences. Emmett Till was killed because he was a black 9 year old saying thank you for sweets. Homosexual people are constantly beaten for not liking the same people. And we should accept them how they are. No matter their differences.
Accept all.
Treat your neighbour like you would treat yourself.
And to those who are hurt. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Psalm 23:4
Although people bully and hurt you, still be proud of who you are and stand for yourself and others like you.
Like I do. Because we're all the same. Whether we like it or not.
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