The Child.... (One shot Fantasy)

The Sad Tale

There was once a young kid, he was a rather tall and sorta heavy set child. He had seen and felt all kinds of pain, starting from abandonment towards self harm, and onwards to grief and loss.

This tale starts at around mid high school, he had just finished his meal in the Café and he was heading to class when a cute girl crossed his path, she was a nice girl to him, even polite in many ways, but deep down inside... was a terrible, horrifying, banshee. Waiting to take control of him with her words and songs. After they became familiar with each other she asked him for his heart, and he gladly gave it to her, unknowingly giving her the power she needed. She ripped it in pieces when he wasn't around and shoved it in a box throwing out into the sea.

Later that month they came face to face as the child had changed and the banshee became more beautiful than last time. The child was no longer a young one, but a growing tall man. He had scars all over him, but they were deep, disfiguring his skin and his body parts. The banshee was now like a siren, but with long shrap teeth, a tongue made of silver honey, and eyes like medusa's. She controlled him but he had a box with him, his heart was in that box and he demanded her to return it. She warned him, "you wont love what  happened." He thinks then still wants his heart back, "I dont care I still love you I just need it back." She smirks and unlocks the box and shows him... the torn, disfigured, shattered, .... Broken heart laid before his eyes. "I told you, you wouldn't like it" she says with a splash of sickening disgusting humor to her voice. The teen falls to his knees and he stares forward as the banshee turns the box upside down and drops the pieces and walks away smiling at her dirty work.

The teen was destroyed, he didnt eat, he never slept, he tried dehydrating and starving himself, just to feel something.... nothing ever came back, he tried to play his instrument, it didnt sound right. He tried to sing, his voice was hoarse with out water or food, he was suicidal. Trying to fall on his own sword.... All of a sudden he felt hands grabbing his arms his legs and holding him back from his imminent doom...

He got better with months going by and later he got a gift from his friend, it abled him to return to a fair maiden that once he had feelings for, and low and behold she was still waiting for him....