Friend Of The Monster

Xavyn

He had glacier blue hair, and midnight eyes, always wore long clothes, even on the hottest of days, leaving only his pale face visible. He was always alone, hiding behind buildings, and bringing the top of his shirt up to his mouth to bite it. Most didn't pay attention to him, they were too afraid of the other boy who was also by himself. He had red hair, light green eyes, and liked to play with sand. Xavyn watched him too, though never out of fear, but he was too afraid of being judged to walk up to him. Once Xavyn's dad found out he was watching the red hair kid, dubbed 'demon boy', he was educated on what happens to little children who play with demons. Xavyn cried alone, on the boards made to be his bed, and wondered why the world was so hateful. It was a week after that, that he found the courage to talk to the red haired boy. Bruises covered his stomach, back, hips, and his left shoulder, it was difficult for him to move much, and he saw the red haired boy crying with his back turned to other children, and two teenagers who were calling him names, and pointing at him.

When they finally left, the boy fell to his knees, and Xavyn inched his way over, standing about a foot away. He didn't know what to do to make the boy feel better, and he didn't even know how to talk to him, he tried several times, and all that came out was a strained whisper. He scooted closer, and sat down, still keeping a distance from the other, crossing his legs. That got the boy's attention, and his head snapped up, eyes wide, and tears pouring endlessly down his face. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Xavyn made a whining sound, and pouted, rubbing at his shoulder absentmindedly. "I s-saw what they did. I-I'm sor-sorry. They sh-sh-shouldn't have done that." His face burned bright red, cursing himself for his stutter. "I w-won't run away f-from you." The boy's eyes widened even more, and he sat up, wiping at his eyes. "You aren't afraid of me?" Xavyn shook his head. "N-no it's n-n-not your fault." "If you aren't afraid, why are you stuttering?" Xavyn hung his head. "I can't help it..." "Oh. What's your name?" "X-Xavyn, wh-what's your name?"

"I'm Gaara." Xavyn lifted his head again, and saw Gaara smiling a little bit, and scooting closer to Xavyn who backed up out of instinct. In an instant, Gaara's smile was replaced with a sad frown. "I ca-can't help it." "You said you aren't afraid of me. Were you lying?" "N-no! I'm n-not afraid of you. I-I am afraid, just not...not of you." "What do you mean?" Xavyn started to tremble, and fought tears as he gave in to the pressure, and leaned back, lifting up his shirt, and pulling his left arm out of its sleeve. "I-I'm afraid of my dad..." Xavyn closed his eyes, and laid on his back, tears sliding down the sides of his face, and onto the sand beneath him when he heard, and felt Gaara beside him. He opened his eyes to see the boy sitting next to him. "Why would he do this?" "H-he says I'm b-bad but I tr-try so h-hard to be good." Gaara made a noise, and got comfortable while he waited for Xavyn to stop crying. "Xavyn?" Gaara heard a sniffle, and small 'hm' in response. "Can we...be friends?" He didn't get a verbal response, Xavyn nodded, and started their journey to becoming friends forever, without Xavyn truly understanding what his new friend was.