Clouds

The little boy was sitting on the grass with his best friend looking up at the clouds. He had known her for six out of the nine years of his life and he just couldn’t help feeling happy whenever they were together playing under the sunshine, that he was told in Sunday school was there because of the grace of God. God, an entity he knew he could believe in, because it was god who gave him comfort when he prayed while his parents screamed at each other, his father was an alcoholic and used to beat his mother up every night. His mother was no better and was addicted to prescription tablets that she bought of the street at four times their actual value.
Sometimes when he was scared his father would come to hit him he would crawl out of the window and go into his best friend’s room which was just opposite. She would always greet him with a smile and they would sit together at night watching cartoons. Her mother, a single parent did not mind as he was a nice kid and felt she needed to protect this poor defenseless thing from his parents. The boy really trusted god because he felt she was sent from heaven to be his guardian angel.
He continued looking at the clouds laughing every time she told him how they resembled on person or the other. He was laughing really hard at one point when she told how one cloud resembled his fat art teacher, when suddenly out of the blue she linked her lips with his. His small brown eyes went wide and still had his jaw dropping even after she finished. She laughed at him and ran forward…
It had been seven years since that fate full day and he still thanked the lord every day for his angel. They walked arm in arm through a small back alley looking at each other lovingly, laughing together without a care in the world, when suddenly he felt pain surge through the back of his head where a steel baseball bat from some where had mad contact.
He fell to the ground clutching his head which was bleeding while a skinhead, who must have been seventeen or eighteen, kept hitting and calling him a woos. His guardian angel could do nothing to stop the brute while he pulverized her love, as she would go to grab the brutes hand, she would be pushed back being abused at for going around with a woos while she should have been going round with a man like him. After making sure that the boy would not be able to stand let alone fight back he grabbed the boy’s angel and flung her towards a broken down car where he proceeded to tear her clothes out. The boy lay withering on the floor unable to move groaning, not in pain but in sadness because he could not protect his angel…
He sat at home staring at the wall, his anger slowly rising to limits he never knew it could reach. He slowly rose up gave a cold smile to himself and started to walk towards the door…
He went back to the same alley the smile still stuck on his face, he saw the bully again who looked at him and said scornfully “What you back feh’ more or do ya’ wanna get done up like u’re little…” before he could complete his sentence the boy took the knife he had been hiding in his sleeve and thrust into the fiend’s throat, the evil smile still on his face…
It was after nine now, no one knew that there had been a murder and the body would be found and treated as another case of on punk killing another, so the case would never be pursued. He looked out side his window where he saw his love opposite looking at him with a worried face telling him that she was pregnant. He looked at her and smiled with compassion and told her that he would take the responsibility of being the child’s father, just so that she would not suffer. Besides it was not the child’s fault that it was the seed of a madman.
From above the clouds in his greatest grandeur God looked down and smiled at his son…

Bullet in my love

Been some time so i thought ill write a new story...
The boy tried to crawl towards the window. Slowly inch by inch he reached it, he tried to hoist himself up groaning slightly from the pain that his bloodied leg was giving him. He looked outside the window and felt tears swell up to his eyes; he just looked on from that cracked foggy window. The rain outside seemed to personifying the sadness that was present in him. There just outside his window was the girl he loved she seemed to have a smile on her face as she jumped into the arms of the man who did this to him. The man showed his happiness by taking her close and planting a firm kiss on those luscious lips. He couldn’t believe that after all that he had been through to protect her from this… this vile creature that was seven years older than him and had the audacity to call himself a man, she would leave him when he was most vulnerable. He could hear those cruel words echoing through his head over and over again, “A man who can’t win a fight for me is not a man, rather he is a boy. A boy I don’t want”
He tried to sit down the best his leg would allow him to do so, the bullet wound still hurt. He let his back rest on the wall behind him and picked up the pack of cigarettes the man had dropped. Though he had never smoked in his life he decided now was a good time to start as any. He searched around his jacket for a match and found one; he struck it against the floor and lit his smoke. He closed his eyes and tried to remember better times while the smoke he inhaled slowly warmed his lungs.
He remembered how he met his angel; he used to see her after school with her friends slowly sipping the iced coke she would buy everyday. He never spoke to her before but then he summoned up the nerve to introduce himself. She blushed as she smiled at him, soon he got her number and he was on the top of the world. They started going out soon after and could be spotted moving hand in hand at the movies, the mall nearby and the various other places around their area. He deeply loved her and would always think about her, this was evident from the series of sketches that he started making of her soon after. He never set his eyes on another girl though he knew that quite a few fancied him, he also knew that quite a few fancied her because even though she was just fifteen, a year younger than him, she looked like a mature and developed young woman. It was not hard keeping her line of admirers at bay because even though he was not jealous and was sometimes amused, they were scared of him after what he had done to a guy who had slapped her and abused her. A guy who had to undergo surgery to correct is dislocated jawbone.
Every thing was fine till the fiend showed up. The fiend would stalk her whenever he wasn’t with her. The fiend he caught following them a few days back and again today. The fiend told her with flowery words that he loved her and when she refused to reciprocate, he slapped her with that giant hand of his. They both got into a fight, a fight that lead to a dilated factory near by, a fight that the boy was winning, till the fiend tore his shirt open revealing his hidden bulk and taking his sissy gun out that was taped to his leg. A gun that no self respecting man would use since it was small, had only two rounds and was used by those who wished to kill by deceit. She apparently fell for him when she saw the masculinity oozing out of him while he held that small gun in his great big hands. The vile one gave him a sinister smile and pressed the trigger. There was a loud report and even at this close range the man missed and hit his leg. As the boy lay withering in pain, his angel came towards him and said those immortal words.
He opened his eyes now, though he knew it must be because of the extreme loss of blood he felt that he could see the angel of death with her black wings open and forming a shield around them. The angel looked just like his own angel, only she seemed kinder and caring. She gave that smile that he had once fallen for and kissed him. It was over and he lay down dead with a smile on his lips, laughing at the facade he called love.