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Kish sat still, looking up at the stars. He had fled the ship, seeking silence and peace for a few brief moments. He sat alone in a grove, surrounded by flowers and life. In sharp contrast, his eyes looked near dead. His ears drooped low as he sighed, lowering his gaze to the grass he was sitting in. His mind went back, over his life.
"Look, isn't that Kish?"
"Yea. I heard he failed again, poor kid. He'll never get far like this."
"I heard he's being sent away. He's a disgrace to our race."
Kish sighed, pulling his legs up against his chest and resting his chin on his knees. Tears built in his eyes as shivers rocked his body.
"Is it true? Is Kish really going to Earth?"
"Yea. I can't believe it either."
"We're never getting off this planet, are we?"
"No. Not with that pest on the front line."
"Well, the humans might pity him."
"Yea, he could sympathy them to death."
The moon was bright and full that night. Kish closed his eyes, letting his tears fall. Soon, his shoulders shook with each pained sob.
"Idiot. Can't you do anything right?"
"No real surprise. Everyone expected him to just fail again."
"Just get out of here, Kish. Tart and I will handle the MewMews."
Kish raised one shaking hand, summoning one of his sai silently. He looked at the edge, glistening in the moonlight. 'Just one cut. It would all be over then. No more bullies putting me down.' He slowly lifted his free arm, loosening the bandages slowly and looking at the bare skin of his wrist. He closed his eyes, resting the blade against the soft flesh. "Goodbye."
He stood in a small grove, surrounded by flowers and life, eyes turned heavenward as the sun shined on his face. Twin tattered wings sprouted from his back, held close around him. At his feet sat a wooden plaque, clearly made by a young child. Anyone walking by would have thought it was just scribbles at the bottom of an angel's statue, but to the right people it said more than they could ever say.
He lived in shadows and died alone. The serpent took him away, but can others truly be blamed? The serpent of bullies lives forever in each of us. May his death be a warning of the sad truth. Bullies are murderers just waiting to happen.
THE END.
Written as a sign. I lived with bullying for years, and I was one of the lucky ones. I stayed alive through the hardship. Bulycide, the killing of oneself as a direct result of being bullied, effects kids worldwide. If you think someone you know is being bullied, for goodness sake DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!