The Boy In Green

He always wore that same neon green hoodie every day. He never spoke to anyone. He has this dull look to his eyes. I feel like he's more than just that quiet kid in the back of the room. I feel like it's up to me to crack this boy's shell wide open. I feel like he has a story to tell. And I wanna hear it. For the past two years, he's been known as The Boy In Green. I hate how people talk about him like he's not there. Like he can't hear every word being said. He doesn't show any emotion. He doesn't show any signs of presence inside of him but yet he's alive. It's like it's just his body there and not his soul. If Zane found someone who broke him out of his shell, then I'll just have to find someone for him, too. If I can't find anyone then I'll be that someone.

No matter what it takes. How long it takes. I will risk it all to save his tampered heart. Even if it means my heart stops in the process. And that's something I can promise.
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"Just leave me alone, please....", he whispered looking away from me. I extended my hand to help him up and he grunted, pushing himself off the ground with his hands. He stood on his feet and glared at me before turning away.

"Why are you like this?", I asked, my voice shaking. His body shivered. He was crying.

"Why do you care!? You don't even know me!", he cried. I sighed softly and touched his shoulder. He smacked my hand away and pushed me, causing me to fall on my rear.

"Don't you ever touch me!". I stayed on the wet ground as I watched him pulled the hood over his fluffy brown hair and walked away. I still had to try. I couldn't just sit back and watched this boy slowly die from the inside.