Killer love

Scott's past

I swang myself off my bed and stomped to my drawer I'm bored! I mumbled to myself as I threw on my favorite black sweater and ripped jeans.  I grabbed my bag filled with usual snacks, wallet, keys, and backup headsets.  I looked in the mirror and saw a 14 year old girl with long, deep black wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes.  The girl in the mirror was carrying a dirty trick board adorned with the image of a black and white skull on the underside.  She was wearing a black and purple cat-ear headphones around her neck with music playing, and she had a small leather backpack with gold thorns on her back. I ran to the door. 

"Hey mom i'm going to the park!"  I yelled already to the door

"Ok sweetie don't be late for dinner!"  She yelled from the kitchen. Smelling my favorite cheese and spinach lasagna.

"I won't miss it for the world mom" I yelled back

I swang the door back that made a loud squeak.  I rode my skateboard to the park. My hair was riding the wind, as music played in my ears.  When I got to the entrance I scanned the park.  It was like any other ordinary park.  There was a big field with a painted football field and a small playground on the right of me, and further down there was tennis and basketball courts.  Something caught my attention--a boy!  He had long, black hair that swept over the left side of his face, veiling his beautiful blue eye. He was wearing a navy blue sweater with white sleeves, long jeans and black shoes.  He was sitting on the bench under the tree, and as I ventured closer, I could see clear tear drops glittering under the sun as they fell on the bench. I stopped, picked up my skateboard, and sat next to him. 

"Hey...what's wrong?" I said concerned.  His sadness caught my attention.  I don't like it when people are sad.  I don't care who or how old, I just want to help all I can.  I used to be depressed, and because of this experience, I knew he needed someone to care.

"Nothing I'm fine...just go away!" he said still crying, but trying to hide his tears.

"I can't just leave you. I can see that you are crying. Can you please tell me what's wrong?" I was determined to help I knew that most depressed people push people away at first but deep down they just want someone to care. 

"I said i'm fine. Leave me alone. I don't even know you. Go away!" he said snuffing a few tears.

"I know you don't know me, but you can trust me. I don't want to leave you here when I clearly see that you are hurt." I reached out and lifted his head so that his eyes could meet mines. I wanted him so see my sincerity. I moved his hair out of his eye to wipe his tears; I gave him a warm smile.

"It's a stupid reason and it's embarrassing," he said, looking away and breaking our gaze.

I considered his response. What could possibly be that stupid that this guy is crying alone on a park bench! I mean i've done some stupid things in my life, but it wasn't that bad.   

"It can't be that bad. Either way I won't judge" I said this out of honesty and respect. Everyone has a dark past, even I do, so I just did what I thought was right, and did what I would want others to do when i'm feeling blue.

Suddenly he looked back at me. "Why do you care anyway?" he asked, questionable about my intentions;  It's just a normal reaction people have when they are feeling blue nowadays. Knowing this, I kept pushing.

"Because I don't like it when people are sad. So spill it." I demanded.

It took him a while to tell me, but at some point he did. He looked deep into my soul with his big tortured blue eyes and said, "When I was little—my family was robbed and killed right in front of me...I don't even know what the killer looked like, they had a mask over their face. The mask looked like a creepy doll, so I couldn't give any useful details to the police. The police probably would think I'm  useless." His  voice was trembling as he spoke, as if everything was flashing back.