Saturday, 26 February 2011
08:44:09 AM (GMT)
A few months after being released from hospital, Denio was too afraid to sleep. He
had tried going to school, but everybody who saw him knew what had happened but there
was no pity.
Sure, he had Rifie, but that wasn't enough to keep him at school. Besides, he
couldn't stay awake in school, and if he'd fallen asleep he'd wake up with a new
level of terror.
A very tired Denio now sat on the sofa in the living room, his arm and scars healed
from that event, but his mind hadn't healed. It wouldn't ever heal. As he sat, the
television now becoming muffled as his head dipped, Denio let himself fall asleep.
Even if it were only for a few minutes.
Their laughter echoed down the alley that I was in. I stopped walking, stayed
still for half a second, then spun as they attacked me. Hit after hit, I soon fell to
the floor. My T-shirt lifts, the blade slices. I scream out in horror. I scream,
nobody hears. I scream, nobody cares.
Denio stirred in his sleep, breathing heavily, twisting and turning distressed and
scared, he woke. He looked at the clock, five minutes of sleep. He leant his head
back, deep in dispair when a loud knock on the door came. He stared at it, terrified
that it might be them back for more when Rifie's voice came. "Denio? It's me, don't
you worry!" He said. A smile came on his face that was now free of bruises and cuts
and he stood, walking over to the door and opening it, allowing Rifie to come in.
After finding him that day, he'd kept watch over him like nothing more mattered.
Maybe nothing else did matter. Who knows?
"Where's your mum and Alaina?" He asked as he hung up his coat and Denio walked back
over to the sofa, sitting down.
"Shopping, they should be back soon." The small boy replied as his arm rested over
the words carved into his torso. Rifie winced as he remembered seeing them,
remembering that the five who had been accused of it had been found not guilty. The
two spent time together like this after school and the weekend was fast approaching.
The weekend they would not spend together, but none knew of it then.
For when Rifie came to the door, Denio's mum let him in and said he was still asleep
in his room. "Go and wake him," she'd said. Obeying her, he walked through the house
to Denio's room and knocked on the door. "Denio? Denio, wake up. It's the weekend!"
He's not a deep sleeper... He thought and knocked again, his voice more
serious. "Denio?" He asked and his hand held the handle of the door. "I'm coming in,
dude..." He said uncertain.
Needless to say he wished he didn't open the door, but he was glad Alaina hadn't. He
slammed the door shut after looking in and slapped his hand over his mouth. Denio's
mum came through. "What is it, son?" She asked Rifie and went to look inside. He hit
her hand away and pressed his back against the door. "I'm entitled to see my son!"
"Not like this, miss, you don't want to see him like this." He said as the first few
tears came from his eyes. "You don't... Want..." He tried but his words became
difficult to understand through the sobs. "Miss, y-y-your son... H-He's... He's..."
He couldn't get it out. "He's dead..." He managed.
The one guy that had took away Rifie's invisability.
The one guy that had been happy for a friend like him.
Last edited: 15 March 2011