He deserves no pain

by SadGirly

He leans his body against the wall with one hand he goes through his hair and his other hand he puts in his pocket. He looks at the ground and slowly sinks down. He sits there in his own grief experience. He let his head drop to his knees. Suddenly a girl comes up to him running. She sits down next to him and stroking his back. The girl is now starting to cry.

He deserves no pain
He leans his body against the wall with one hand he goes through his hair and his other hand he puts in his pocket. He looks at the ground and slowly sinks down. He sits there in his own grief experience. He let his head drop to his knees. Suddenly a girl comes up to him running. She sits down next to him and stroking his back. The girl is now starting to cry. The girl looks 9 years old and has blonde hair braided in a loose braid. The boy looks up and going quickly with his hand on his cheek. He helps the girl up and hugs her. The boy let her go and takes her hand. "It's good, it's good," whispered the girl. The boy turns to the wall and slams his fist against them. He strikes again and again. He does have a 13x in a row against the wall. His hand has blood on his fingers seem broken. He wipes his hand on his pants and beats time with his other hand against the wall 13x. Also that hand now seems broken and full of blood. "STOP! BROTHER! BROTHER PLEASE STOP! "Cries the girl. There are thousands of flies tears on the girl's cheeks. The boy stops beating. He turns to walk to the pond. He puts his hands in the water and keep it there for 1 minute. Then he turns around and looks at me. You scared me. He looks at me and I look back. I read hatred, anger, sadness, pain in his eyes. He turns his gaze away and walks back to the wall. He is opposed to sitting. At that moment crosses our eyes together. He looks at me and I look back. Shy I walk up to him. I'm going to sit next to him without saying anything. I love his hand without saying anything. He looks at my hand and pulls him back. "I do not dirty your hands with my blood," he says softly. "Blood I can in 1 minute washout, but grief can not wash away in 1 minute." Tell me softly. He looks at me and sighs. I grab his hand again and feel a shiver down my spine. My body is getting warmer and warmer. I lean my head against his shoulder for them to rest. He allows and sigh again. He stands up and says thank you. I am also on and give him a kiss on his cheek. I walk away and look back once he is gone. He disappeared with a sigh I go home and I can not help thinking of nothing but him. That sweet boy, he deserves this grief. He has done nothing wrong. Really ...