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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 11:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:53 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 6:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 8:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 10:02 pm
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He listened to the other rant and rave, with a serene look on his face, even though evry word the other said, tore at his chest. He wanted nothing more than to run after him, but that wouldn't work. So instead he got up from Keons bed and grabbed a notebook from under his own. It was his journal, and on the first page was a picture of them together. He looked at it and smiled, tracing Keons face in the picture. Where had his best friend gone, the nice boy who was easy to play with, and easier to talk to. He sighed and sat on the bed, and ripped a blank sheet of paper from the notebook. He began writing on it.
Keon, You probably don't remember this do you, the journal I carried with me everywhere when we were little. Well, I still do. I thought you should look at it, read it if you want. Its starts about a year before I moved away, and ends this morning, before we came and got you. I thought you should see it. Theres a picture of us together on the first page, we're at your old house. Your moms the one that took the picture. I have more pictures scattered through it, of me and you, you and your mom, you and my mom, and so on. Before you say I'm like everyone else, read what I've written. Im not good at speaking my emotions, I do it better in writing. I probably will never be able to explain to you how much it hurt me to leave, and how much I missed you. Maybe this will help.
Your friend always, Shen
P.S. I didn't chase you because I figured you wanted some time alone, your probably up on the roof like you used to do at your house when your upset. When your ready, Im here. I'll probably be asleep when you come back, if you want to talk, feel free to wake me.
When he had finished the letter, he sat the notebook on Keons bed, on the pillow, and folded the letter once and sat it on top of it, with his name. He sighed and touched the book he had left there. He could remember how his mom, and Keons mom used to read it to them. He left it alone though, and went to his bed. He slid out of his jeans and shirt and let his hair down. He slept in his boxers. He climbe din under the covers and faced the wall away from Keon's bed as he fell asleep. But his dreams wouldn't be peaeful, they hadnt been since he moved away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 5:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 5:49 pm
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He slept for a few hours before the nightmares started.
In a room full of people he was alone. People were pushing and hitting him and he continued to walk through them as if there blows, even though you could see the pain on his face, didnt really connect, he was searching again. Searching for what he had lost. He didn't have long hair anymore, it was short, and he hadn't grown to his heighth yet. It was easy to look over him, as he searched for something. And there it was, even though it wasn't an it anymore. It was a him. There in the middle of the room, sitting alone in the chair, as if no one around could see him was Keon, he was angry, his eyes full of hatred and his fists balled. He screamed his name, but nothing came out of his mouth. When he tried to get to him, hands to big for him to fight off grabbed him by the shoulders and lead him away. He was forced in a car and driven off. He looked out the back window to see the crowd pressing in on Keon, who sat there, still quite in his fury. Before the car turned a corner, Keon was gone.
He sat up in bed and looked around the room, it was later than it had been when he had fallen asleep and Keon was in his bed. He got up very quietly and slipped a shirt on before he tiptoed over to Keons bed. He pulled the covers up sweetly, tucking the other in before he noticed the journal. He picked it up and left the room. He didn't go to the roof to hide like he did when he woke up. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and sat down. He read Keon's note and shook his head as he began to write again. It would be a short message this time. He had thought about it before, had even tried to but he was caught.
If your sent away this time, I'm going with you.
Was all he wrote, he folded it once and went back to the bedroom. He put the note inside the others book. He wouldn't tell the other that it was there, it fit in the book like an extra page. Maybe he would find it on his own. He climbed back into bed, slid out of his shirt and tucked himself in, he drifted off again, only to be tormented by dreams again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:40 pm
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