VoiD

friends till the end

It was the 10th grade when me and Joey met I was bullied, and didn’t fight back… or so I couldn’t I was small, very small 5 foot 3” and skinny as a bone. I came back home almost every day bruised and beaten but my spirits were high that one day because my father came home that day when we met, me and Joey. I got home to my mother on the phone near an emotional break-down I wondered what was wrong and then I realized… my father wasn’t there he was supposed to be home at 7:30 AM but, he wasn’t and my mother was on the phone I tears and I sat down my head in my hands for my father… my father was dead. A little bit later I heard that his plane went down in the Atlantic by un- known gunner, I didn’t realize that day would change the course of history forever, but alas I was only young and in grieving. I went outside too secluded a area, a place were I usually hang out… by myself I didn’t have much friends in my area. When I was out there I heard footsteps so I hid in a dug-out I made myself, it was those bullies again and they found me I don’t know how but they did, they yanked me out of the dug-out by my collar.

“Thought we wouldn’t find you huh? Runt!” bully number 1 said

“Hey let me go! My father died today and I want be alone!” I shouted back and kicked him square in the genitals he groaned and fell over withering in pain.

“The pipsqueak is fighting back! Get him!” said the 2nd bully who knocked me over and then he started to wail on me as the third one stood and laughed just then I heard the crack of a branch, another teen, who I have seen around the school, dashed out of seemingly no where and clobbered the third guy to the ground and banged his head on the rock knocking him unconscious the second bully stood up and left me on the ground and looked at the guy who stood before him.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! HUH! You think you can run in here and beat the shit out of my friend like that!?” shouted bully number 2.

“Well do you think you can wail on a poor kid like that?! He just lost his father!” he answered. How long has he been there to know this? I thought to myself.

The 2nd bully charged at the guy but he side stepped and tripped him, he fell face first on the floor of the forest, my savior walked over to the bully who was still on the ground, withering in pain from the crotch shot I delivered, he then proceeded to pick him up and slung him over his shoulder when the other one stood up from the ground he was slammed unconscious from the flying body of his friend’s. With the three bullies unconscious he walked over and helped me up.

“The names Joey what’s yours?” he asked me.

“D-David… how long where you waiting there?”  I answered.

“Long enough too know that we aren’t very much different…” he turned his side too the side a little and his voice dampened “my father was also on that plane, David, we need each other too get through this David.” He paused “I feel like something big is about too happen” he smirked at me and we walked home, my first friend in a long time I thought, and he was right something BIG happened but... not for the best we realized as soon as 2 hours past we knew... we knew we were in ground zero of the VoiD attack, for the rift opened.