Alright,this is my first fanfic on here. It's probably not any good and the title sucks,but at least I tried. c: Review and tell me what you think of it and all that good stuff. I'll probably post some other fics on here too,if I haven't made your eyes melt from reading this. :T
Words are funny things. They could give someone hope,maybe even a reason to live. They could also hurt them,make them want to die. That was exactly what this boy did. The boy,Red,hurt someone;someone very close to him. He hurt his own father. Maybe that was why he died. The boy could remember that night very clearly,almost as if it had happened mere seconds before.
His father had come home from work early that day because of him. He'd tried to climb his favorite tree,despite his father having told him not to numerous times before. He'd succeeding in getting halfway up the tree before he stopped to sit on a branch. The branch was high enough up that if he fell,he could die or get seriously injured. That's exactly what happened to him.
The branch had seemed sturdy enough. He didn't expect it to break under his weight. It was too large for that,wasn't it? He even thought it was even large enough for his two friends,Green and Leaf,to sit with him. Luckily,they'd refused to climb the tree with him. It was too tall,and they were scared they would fall when climbing. Red had merely shrugged when they told him that,assuming they were just being wimps.
His friends had been devastated when they heard of his fall. The branch had snapped,though they were confused as to how such a large branch could break so easily. Red hadn't died,but he'd been injured. He had a broken leg and arm,as well as a few broken ribs. He'd been put in the hospital for awhile,just long enough for his ribs to heal. When his father found out,he'd gone to visit Red in the hospital. He scolded him for climbing the tree despite having been told not to.
It made Red mad how his father simply scolded him,not showing a single bit of sympathy to his own son. He knew is father cared about him,but he was still mad. Out of anger,Red told his father that he hated him and that he wanted him to leave. He hadn't meant it,but his father still listened to him. He left with Red's mother,driving away in their car. His father hadn't seen the bus rushing down the highway as he left the parking lot,or rather he did,but only when it was too late to back up. The wreck killed Red's father and put his mother in a coma.
Maybe if Red hadn't told his father that he hated him,he'd still be alive. His mother healed in time,which he was happy for,but he missed his father. He knew it was his own fault and that he had no right to feel sorry for himself,but he did anyways. He decided that he wouldn't speak to anyone after that. He didn't want to hurt them. At first,even though he tried to remain silent,he spoke every now and then. After a few months,he grew completely silent.
Words are funny things. They could work miracles,make others smile. They could also get someone killed,just like that.
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