Scars: chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own newsiesThat was reason one on how Spot is a monster. Next thing happened a year later, exactly that day he took something I didn't want anyone to take. Not even Shadow or Soul would get close enough to get it but Spot got lucky.
This year I am 15 and it is exactly one year since Shadow left and Soul died. I miss them both. Spot had put me at second in command which got me my own room. I had been silently crying about what happened a year ago. Soul was suppose to be leader, that's what Shadow and I agreed on but Spot got it and took Soul's life. I turned and grabbed a Teddy bear that Soul gave me. I brought it to my chest and cried, almost sobbed into it. A few minutes later a knock came through the air. "Come in," I said as I started to wipe away my tears. The door opened to reveal the new kid. His nickname is Monkey. He was named that because he mimics people very well and because he likes to climb everywhere. "Yes Monkey?"
"Ise heiod ya cryin' so I came ta check on ya." his high kid voice sounded so sincere.
"Ise okay but me best mate was killed on dis day last year. I just miss him is all." My voice kept on cracking as I talked. I truly missed my best friend. He was basically my only family.
"What was his name and why was he named dat?" Monkey's curiosity sparked wanting to know about the old Newsie he never knew about.
I smiled a bit at how hungry for what he wanted to know about Soul. "Well, his name was Soul and he was name dat fo what he had in em. He was a nice guy with aSoul made for fightin' and makin' people laugh. Ise really miss him." My voice cracked at what I said at the end. I truly miss my best friend. I wish he didn't die and was still here with me right now. "Please dont tell Spot or else he'll eitha soak me or youse. So don't tell em Ise cryin'." Monkey nodded and got up to leave me alone.
"Byes Joker. Ise see ya lata." He smiled and left my small room, closing the door behind him. My sadness came back and I started to silently cry again. My cries into my teddy became loud and I wish no one would hear me. My door then slammed open and Spot came barging in.
He looked so alarmed and so mad. Why was he? "Joker, why'se ya cryin' in heah nd not sellin' papes?" He seemed like he forgot what happened a year ago. Over the past year, his blue eyes seemed to harden. His secrets were changing him for the worse.
I looked at Spot with complete and utter disguise. He forgot the day he killed our best friend. "It nothin', Conlon. Just somedin' youse don't remembah."
He looked confused at what I said. "Wad ya mean, Wane?" His expression never changed. I can't believe he forgot though. Spot has impeccable memory but why isn't he remembering this day. Maybe it was too painful he had to store it and forget about it.
I looked him straight in the eye and said," Dis is da day dat Soul died. Ise can't believe youse would forget dis important day." He looked taken back. A small smirk then played on his lips.
"he deserved ta die. So don't be hung up ovah a stupid guy." his words stung badly. It made me feel as if I was stupid to cry and worry over my dead friend. As he finished all of his sentence, I started to feel nothing. Not the tickling my skin, the scary Ora that Spot was giving off, nor the feel of tears falling off my face. What was this feeling?
Spot turned towards to the door then looked over his shoulder. "Membah cryin' ovah someones death is pointless. Now get ya ass outta dis room."
Spot showed me something that no one else showed me. Emotions people have are useless and are meant to be thrown away. If he doesn't care about Soul, then he doesn't care about me. No matter what happens, he wouldn't care.
