"Kim??" I fly into the room, screaming.
"Crayon? What's-oh my god.."
Kim stares at my trembling paw, or where it used to be.
"How...make....UGHHHHHH what do I do???"
Kim scratches her head. She's the imaginary friend of a 17-year-old girl, Gina, with Aspergers. That makes her the smartest of all.
"Hmm. Let me see. I'll whip up some memory serum. Hopefully.I never treated this before..let alone make a serum."
"Kim...this is urgent.."
"Two days isn't that long"
"I might be dead in two days!"
Kim shakes her head. "I'll do my best. Gina's been having bad days."
She gives me a sympathetic goodbye as I leave.
I fly back just in time. Maddie has her hair into two tiny braids.
"Hi, Mads."
"Hm? Oh. Hi."
"Wanna draw?"
"No."
My heart drops to my feet. She can't be forgetting me! I'm important!
But it's too late. Maddie is already snoring.
******
"TIMBER?"
He raises his lion-ish head to face me.
"Mom?"
Normally, I would be laughing, but I'm too stressed.
"It's Cray," I say, begging him to wake up.
Luckily he does, blushing.
"What's wrong- oh my fluffy..."
He looks at the place my paw used to be. It's faded, leaving a small light outline.
"Jeez"
"YOU're NOT HELPING!"
"Okay okay. Did you see Kim?"
I nod."Two days."
"Two days?!"
"Gina's not doing well."
"Oh."
I take a deep breath. The weight holding me down forms into words.
"What if I die?"
Silence.Complete silence.
"I...can't.....live with myself," he says, shaking his head. "You... w...w..won't. I prom...ise...."
But his voice isn't as sure. Even Timber's giving up on me.
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[Monday,4am]
I will lose my friends! Like Beebi and Timber!
But you'll make more. And see them later!!
You knew this was going to happen.
You deserved it.
"Cray..crayon?" says Maddie, waking up.
I quickly shove my written will under the table.
"HI!!! I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING!"
The door opens a crack. I assume its Mads Mom.
"Oh wow you came early! Do you want to color?"
Oh, my fluffy! I'm not forgotten! I am early!
"Sure!!" I say, cheerful.
But she wasn't talking to me. She was talking to the door opener. It's that girl, giving me a sinking feeling in my stomach. She's like a stop light, a red jacket, yellow capris, and green socks.
The stoplight speaks. "Yeah! My mom dropped me off!"
"Cool! I'll get my markers!"
My whole ear becomes faint outline. But none of them notice. Their too busy
Ignoring me.
YOU ARE READING
Short and Sweet
Короткий рассказThese short stories are like a little piece of candy. They are tiny and last a short while, but still just as sweet as it's bigger version. Short But Sweet is a collection of short stories and poems in many different genres. Feel free to suggest!
