The Boy Who Never Loved

As a boy walked through the dark park he was tripped, “it must have been a stick.”

He looked around and thought, wow why is it so foggy. Then he said in a worried voice “Mom and Dad are going to kill me if I don’t get home in time.”

In mid-thought he thought he heard someone in the rose bushes, he came to a conclusion that he was being paranoid, it was late and he was worried, but he was almost sure he heard something. He just pushed it out of his mind and thought about being home.

“Why did I leave my phone at Jimmy’s house” he said in a regretful voice. There he had heard it again only this time in the tree up ahead and he had seen something moving. He walked by this time his adrenaline was pumping, his thoughts and reflexes were quicker. His mind was thinking 20 thoughts a second, and he was now running with the sickening feeling of dread in his stomach. He ran by the tree at a sprint and he had seen something dash across the dark cloudy night sky.

It stopped in a tree right over his head, and he heard the darkest laugh possible. The strange voice was a strong male, the cold dark voice said “Why run boy? You know you can’t run from death, hahahaha!”

The boy one thing for sure, he was going to die. He was roughly about 5 blocks from his house. His adrenaline still pumping he was sprinting and crying, the only thing in his head was getting home to see his 30 year old parents and his 3 month old baby brother. For the first time since he had left Jimmy’s house he had smiled. As quick as the smile came it had left, he was now pinned to the ground. He was looking in the man’s face; the man had a small round face and gray hair that went to his shoulders that curled inwards at the end. The man was smiling his canine teeth were yellow, long and pointed, his breath smelled of dried blood. He looked the boy in the eye and said in a cold harsh voice “Why did you run boy, you can’t escape death.”

The boy felt his body growing weak and light headed, and he also felt sharp pains in his neck. He was too weak to scream or move, he felt himself go limp and the last breath leave his body.

Henzo was 14 years old and had run his whole life. He had lived in Hawks for his whole life. He was tall, skinny, and had long black flippy hair, and tan, he never liked a girl and never would. He was unpopular where he went to school. He was known to everyone as the “why talk to him” kid. He didn’t mind having just two friends; he actually liked it, the silence, not having millions of kids wanting to talk to you when you want to be alone. Also, he liked his friends because they were exactly like him, in every way but one. He had powers, yes, powers that you see in comic books or on TV. He just wasn’t sure what types of powers he just knew he had them. They seemed to come when he needed them the most, when he was upset, sad, or mad. He black out when they happened but he knew that he did, he just felt a source of power in his chest. He tried to ask his friends when he blacked out, but they knew nothing they just say they didn’t see anything that he just went into a fit of hitting and screaming.

Henzo woke up the next day and his parents were down stairs, like usual, but this time he smelled something, it smelled like bacon and cheesy eggs. He got dressed and ran down stairs. “Good morning Henzo” said his mom.

She was a five and a half foot woman, a little chubby, but long brown hair. “Hello Henzo” said his father.

He was a six-three muscular man with short black hair. Henzo was mostly like his dad, besides the muscles.

“Hello” Henzo said to them,

“Mom why are you cooking breakfast?”

“Because it’s the first day of school, and I want you to eat.”

“Besides you need your protein and meat” joked his dad.

Henzo smiled and ate his mother’s wonderful food. The bus was coming; he could see it through his cleaned drapes. The bus looks as if it was already full. There must be a lot of new 5th graders and new kids. He was a freshman at Hawks High School, it was a huge change, he had gone from being the oldest to being the youngest. He had heard rumors about the seniors beating up the freshmen. He didn’t worry, he knew that people were just trying to scare you as a freshmen.

He climbed the stairs on the bus and looked around he saw a bunch of familiar kids. Most of them were kids much younger than him. The older kids sat in the back he only recognized a few just because they did funny or smart things. Other kids looked like druggies or “gangsters.” He extremely hated the kids who tried to act like they were better than everyone else; in his opinion they were just a bunch of homos. Hey only recognized one kid and that was his friend for as long as he could remember. “Hey Dante what’s up” he said with a smile. “Hey fagboy” said Dante with a chuckle. Dante was a pale, skinny, and had very short hair. They both smiled and laughed a little. “So I see you haven’t quit smoking.” said Henzo. “Nope have you?” asked Dante. “No and I haven’t tried.” said Henzo. Dante and Henzo have smoked together since they were in sixth grade; it was kind of their thing. “They need to realize that in school you want a cigarette, so they need smoking breaks.” said Dante. “Yeah like that will happen” said Henzo rolling his eyes. “Your right they don’t want to make us happy.” They both smiled and just looked forward. Three stops later Dante spoke. “So did u talk or text to any girls this summer?” he asked. Secretly Henzo did talk to multiple girls and most of the girl just wanted to talk about sex and taking pictures. Sure he loved it and she he got some pictures, but they all live too far away to date. All the girls in his grade where just whores or just ugly. He finally answered “No dude did you?” Dante sat there and it looked like he was counting, he smiled and said “I got 3 pics and talked to like 4 girls.” Henzo double him and both but didn’t want to brag or tell him how many he got. “It’s probably because of your gay hair.” said Dante with a smile. Henzo just smiled and said “Maybe.” Secretly he knew his hair got girls, but he didn’t want Dante to copy him. They finally got to the school and let the middle school kids get off then it was off to the high school. He could feel a sense of nervousness from Dante. The bus made a stop and Henzo looked out the dirty window next to Dante, the building he had been waiting to go to school for the last four years. When they got off the bus he realized that the school had an old bell tower. How didn’t I notice when I’ve been going to school 100 yards away, he thought. “Well, you ready?” said Dante. “Yeah I’ve been ready” said Henzo with a big grin. They walked in and saw a bunch of kids in his grade. Most of them were the whores or the cheerleaders. So they kept walking, Henzo knew his way around he walked right to class. He sat in class and looked around of kids he had gone to school last year were there, but there were a couple of new people. There were two girls, they looked scared and he just laughed. The teacher came walking into the class. He was a tall, bald, pale white man, he looked extremely stressed. He started telling everyone to sit, and Henzo got put by the wall there were two small wooden desks next to his. The teacher put one of the new girls next to him, she was short, and had long brown hair. Henzo couldn’t see her but he thought one thing, why do I always get stuck with the new people. He was kind of upset but she was new and he didn’t want to be mean. Then she looked over at him and smiled. His heart jumped right to his throat she was pretty, very pretty. He, for the first time that he liked a girl. He knew that he was going to enjoy this year. That class ended and he only said hi and asked her a few questions. He saw Dante walking down the hall and told him about her and he didn’t Henzo. He didn’t care he knew he liked this girl no matter what anyone said. He went the rest of his day it was boring as hell, but he just wanted to go home.