Wounded 3
Thursday was absolutely boring, nothing happened at all. Otto kept to himself, as did Hanschen. They were assigned to write and present an essay about the standards of today's society. Hanschen decided to do his on the subject of humanities and wrote about invalids and the elderly (in a very grim way).
He stood in front of the class, essay in his hand, cleared his throat, and then began to read.
"Classmates, must I remind you of how easy it is to live in our day in time? We have everything provided for us, but some decide to rock the boat- like Melchior, and how am I doing it today. Right here, is a paper, an essay about something that I've always believed in."
Hanschen dramatically paused, and continued, "I believe that our future as a nation will stride forward if we wane out those who are not able to perform everyday tasks."
The class was silent, constricted in shock and awe. Of course, this didn't stop him, only provoked him to carry on, "I refuse to just stand aside while I see the world be habited by these people, so I would enforce some form of law that states that your very existence is in the balance if you cannot do as much as wash a dish or even walk."
Hanschen stopped for a moment, breathed in and smiled, "that's all I have to say on the matter…"
But, believe me; he wanted to say so much more.
Finally, Friday came and it was the day when Hanschen's lover, Ernst, was coming back home for the weekend.
Hanschen was sure to get his best outfit on, one he, normally, only wore to church, but he figured this was better then anything church had to offer him. Who needs eternal salvation when you have love, right?
Ernst was about a half hour late to get home, but Hanschen didn't mind.
Hanschen hugged Ernst tightly, and then backed away, "Are you home for good?"
"I have another week in the city,
and then I'll be back" Ernst answered, smiling up at Hanschen
with tear-filled eyes, "I missed you."
"I figured you
would," Hanschen responded, but then hugged Ernst back, "I missed
you too."
Hanschen pulled away from Ernst and tugged on his arm, leading him off into the courtyard of the church where the two of them had done their first deed. Ernst sat upon the grass, knowing Hanschen was only to fall over him, but Hanschen hesitated a little. "What is wrong?" Ernst asked.
Hanschen shook his head and smiled, seductively, "nothing, angel. Just lay back and relax."
"Won't we be caught?" Ernst asked, "it is the middle of the afternoon."
"Do we care?"
Ernst sat up, and thought for a moment, "I guess not."
"Good."
Hanschen shoved Ernst down onto his back and lowered himself over Ernst. He could feel something pulsing inside of him, be it his heart or his rage of lust, but he ignored this and continued onward.
The lips touched, the hands traveled
The sun warmed the grass below
Angels flown and demons surfaced
Bones were settled, ghosts were scorned
Be it the middle of the day or the darkest of night
Be it when you become the bravest
And you ignore the fright
For this one time, this one time
We combine
And feel our bodies intertwine…
The two of them began walking back up the narrow pathway back to Ernst's house when Hanschen spotted Otto walking toward them. Otto stared at the couple then looked straight back to the ground.
"Hello, Otto" Ernst said, but Otto didn't respond the greeting. Ernst looked at Hanschen with a puzzled look, "what's the matter with him?"
"He's just upset about something" Hanschen answered, then looked down at the boy beside him and smiled, "just forget about it, it doesn't matter."
"I guess not" Ernst responded with a smile and he rested his head against Hanschen's chest, "nothing matters when the two of us are together, right?"
Hanschen paused, but shook himself out of the daze and just responded with a kiss atop Ernst's head.
That night, Hanschen was lying on his bed, a million thoughts racing through his mind and he couldn't sort them out at all. Why did he have to see Otto today of all days? It just brought back a lot of problems that he thought he had forgotten.