Post by Scooter on Jan 27, 2012 16:10:45 GMT -5
Scooter sat by his lonesome, sitting with both legs underneath him, cupping his hands to catch the rain. He sighed to himself. He decided he needed some time to think to himself. It gently rained around him. Pitter, patter. This often happened when he was feeling down, he could stop it if he really wanted. But that was the thing. He didn't want to stop it. The rain was the closest thing to him and comforted him more than anything else.
He stuck his hands out, feeling the cold rain run down. He smiled lightly. Slowly, the boy began to talk to the rain.
"Hello, friend. I really am happy we are friends. You see, my other friends don't stick around for too long. I suppose it's not exactly one of the perks of an immortal life. Oh, but you've been here for as long as I can remember and I do appreciate it so. I suppose I should be a little nicer to you, since you are really all I have. Not that it's a bad thing, of course! It's just that a boy like me needs a little more, you know? Like.. Flip, for example. How is he? I ask you, because I assume you'd be more likely to know than myself. Although, I'm not sure why. Maybe..maybe one day I will know. I suppose I'd have to die first though.. Is it so bad though, to be dead? I wonder if I ever will be. Oh, not that I'm saying I want to die. I really do like living, but I've never been dead. I don't remember ever not existing, but I guess nobody really does. I don't suppose you'd know the answer to that either, would you?"
He spoke, his voice was soft, and seemed almost bittersweet.
He stuck his hands out, feeling the cold rain run down. He smiled lightly. Slowly, the boy began to talk to the rain.
"Hello, friend. I really am happy we are friends. You see, my other friends don't stick around for too long. I suppose it's not exactly one of the perks of an immortal life. Oh, but you've been here for as long as I can remember and I do appreciate it so. I suppose I should be a little nicer to you, since you are really all I have. Not that it's a bad thing, of course! It's just that a boy like me needs a little more, you know? Like.. Flip, for example. How is he? I ask you, because I assume you'd be more likely to know than myself. Although, I'm not sure why. Maybe..maybe one day I will know. I suppose I'd have to die first though.. Is it so bad though, to be dead? I wonder if I ever will be. Oh, not that I'm saying I want to die. I really do like living, but I've never been dead. I don't remember ever not existing, but I guess nobody really does. I don't suppose you'd know the answer to that either, would you?"
He spoke, his voice was soft, and seemed almost bittersweet.