Sock was walking down the street, tears streaming down his face. Jonathan, the only person he has ever loved, died about a week ago and Sock is not over it. He wants to go to the person he loves...so he harms himself but can't reach to actually kill himself.
Sock stands at a bus stop, waiting for the bus to pick him up. A little boy was already there, hugging his backpack straps tightly, eyes shimmering in joy.
He looks at Sock's arms, all cut and bruised and asked,"Are you an angel?"
Sock looked at him shocked then confused,"What?"
The little boy pointed at Sock's arms and said,"My mom told me that those who have marked wrists are angels."
Sock glanced sideways quickly then back to the little boy and said,"I'm...not an angel."
The little boy giggled then smiled,"Of course you are! Mum said only angels harm themselves because they don't like life on earth. This world is destroying them so they try to return to heaven again. They are too sensitive to the pain of others or their own."
Sock smiled lightly (the most he had all week) and said,"You know, your mom is very wise."
The little boy smiled and said," Thank you. She's also an angel but she has already returned home."
Sock gasped as his eyes began to tear up,"Oh...wow."
The little boy smiled lightly as the bus arrived. "Well, this is my bus but see you...uh..."
"Sock...my name is Sock." Sock smiled at the little innocent boy.
"Sock..nice name for an angel." The little boy smiled.
"Um..I never got your name." Sock said just as the little boy was entering the bus.
"Jonathan...my name is Jonathan." Jonathan smiled lightly. Sock gasped and tears formed in his eyes.
"Goodbye, Sock!" Jonathan smiled as the bus door closed behind him and the bus rode away. Sock stood there...and started crying.
Jonathan...just like his name...