A True Hero
There's this boy in my class. No one sits with, he doesn't fit in, so everyone says. I always stare at him, try and know what he's thinking. I can see the pain etched on his face. Like a statue, he never moves. The boy just stares at his hands with his big, blackened eyes. A sharp pain hits me in my stomach, I don't know what this pain is yet but I feel it every time I see him. "Today" I said to myself, "Today, I'll talk to him, make him my friend." Why I didn't I'm not sure.
Everyone looks at him with dislike on their face. They don't hate him, no nothing like that, but what goes through his head when he goes home? It's a question that I can't answer; only he knows. But I'm too scared to even face him much less talk to him. I saw him the next day in class. Counting the new bruises on him I feel pity stabbing me like a sword. That was what the pain was, pity. The thing I felt every day but did nothing. This kid has nothing to do with me but effecting me in every way. I can save this boy from pain, tell him that there's someone who cares. I can prevent it all from happing with just some kind words or consideration. Why I don't I might never find out.
I was thinking everything through. Everything I was going to say to him was perfect, today was the day I'll confront him! I was waiting in class, waiting for him to show up. I was overlooking everything that those mean kids might think of me when they see me talking to him. I didn't care. I was waiting sitting at the chair next to where he sat. The bell was ringing. He wasn't there yet. The teacher was taking roll call. He still wasn't there yet. She was beginning the lesson. Still not there. Class was over in what felt like a few seconds. I was looking everywhere to see if I can find him, when I heard crying. I thought I was imaging it, but it was way too familiar to ignore. It was coming from the boys' bathroom. I knocked on the door. My answers were more sobbing. I opened the door and saw the boy covered in bruises and blood. I looked in Horror and ran with him to the schools office. I was outside the nurses, waiting quietly for an answer. The boy was apparently, beaten by the schools meanest kids and if I didn't find him in time he might have died of blood loss. The boy was going to the hospital for a donation but before he left I went in to see how he was….
I was lying in the nurses office waiting to go to the hospital, when the girl who found me came walking in. I looked down nervously, hoping she would walk right past me. But she stopped right in front of me with a look in her eyes I'd never seen before. Was she going to yell at me for wasting her time? She wouldn't be the first to ever say something like that. but she just stared at me and then she did something I have never seen done at me. She was smiling. "Hi" she said. She had warmth in her voice. "I can't keep calling you 'that boy' forever you know; can you tell me your name?" I stared at her with my mouth open. The look in her eyes….It must be kindness. I smiled at her. "David. My names David." Her smile widened. "I'm Charlotte and I was wondering….do you want to be friends?"