Chapter II

Life's laments

He knows it for sure: to lose them will not be easy. But he can't fail or all of this would get even worse. How did he even get involved with one of his city's gangs at first? Oh, yeah... A week ago, he had some police officers on his tail and accidentally came across their... Whatever could have been their business then, not that he really wants to know. So, they saved him from a certain "courtesy call" to the police station, which could have been great if it wasn't for the compensation demanded... And that's how he ended up stealing people to get all the money they were asking for, since it was the only way to get it in time.

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"You do what we're asking, and we'll let you be"

Come off it! I forgot: I'm not running away from you, it's just my morning jogging!

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After half an hour of a mad chase, the boy arrives at the edge of the forest. Without any other idea of how losing his pursuers, he has to give in to the hope they would not find him in the woods. On the one hand, they would surely not follow him for a long time there... On the other hand, well... He has different fingers. It's quite worrying to think about it: his only plan is to head straight to an unknown place and hope it would be enough to get out of his current situation. What of a great and well-thought-out idea! Though, it's the only one he can come with... However, after a while, a voice can be heard in the deep forest.

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'You just made a big mistake, little brat! No one will ever look for you here! And you know what the best part is? It's definitely not your ol' man who'll miss you!'

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No movement. Only the sound of creaking branches. They just go back to the city. Why should they worry about how the other teenage boy will get out of there? It's late, they don't care about him.

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I'm all alone.

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I'm scared.

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I'm lost.

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Help.

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oOo

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It's been an hour, or it's rather what he thinks. It feels like the time is getting slower. The sun is going down under the skyline. And he's here, sitting on the floor without knowing what to do... He's just here... Lost. Should he try to find his way home? Certainly. But for what home?

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Since she's gone, we're not a family anymore...

She died, and then...

We all died.

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His father drowned his sorrows with glasses of whiskey. He tried to forget everything : the pain, the problems, the accident... Her. And the twelve-year-old boy he was could just watch the only one he had left falling apart right before his eyes. Without even being able to do anything. And so he did his best to keep holding on, to rebuilt his life and his family. But he has never succeeded.

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Hey, dad... Do you remember me?

Please, can you find me?

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No, you won't.

You don't care about me.

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Why should he even try to go back where no one cares about him? Nobody would notice his absence anyway... The whole world would be perfectly fine without him. Yet, a question is still remaining deep in his mind: would she be proud of him? No, she wouldn't. She wouldn't be proud to see him giving up like that. And he can't allow such a thing ! There is no way he wouldn't get out of here!

With a new energy, the boy stands up straight: ready to give his all. And he starts to walk in his own footsteps, trying to remember the path he took. And the night falls. Only the moonlight shines upon the forest, piercing through the thick foliage in a multitude of beams. But, still, he's walking. It's too cold for his jacket to keep him warm, and he's thirsty: the river comes like a miracle. However, tiredness is beginning to get the better of him and there is no safe place to sleep. With his last forces, the teenager manages to get on a small cliff upon the quiet waters and, by curiosity, looks down. His fatigue is too important. He feels dizzy.

The fall can't be avoided.

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Something scratches him. A branch of dead wood. He grabs it. His fall stops. A look allows him to see that he's now suspended above the river, his life merely hanging to a dead tree hung to the rock. Then, a crack resounds in the cold silence. And he falls anew. The freezing water burns his skin while he's still grabbing his branch to stay out of it. But it's cold... Too cold... And he simply wants to sleep…

And then, he dies. End of the story! Nah... As if I could ever do that... I can't kill the main character! Oh wait... I can :)

See ya!

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Replies (yes, I put them here. And it's even more stupid since it's for this chapter's review)

KillerChild67: Yes, it was supposed to be obvious. But since I started to write the chapters before to post the story, I didn't really know if it was as obvious as I wanted it to be. But, then, the summary had to come and it's like a huge spoil . Anyway, you're right :)

I guest as much: Thank you :)