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The Dieing Boy

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You.
Yeah you.
Wanna know a secret?
Hell yeah you do. I Know you do.
Come closer.
No, closer.
CLOSER!
There you go.
Now tilt you head...
Thats it.
I need to whisper this in you ear. The secret, I mean.
So lend me your ear...
*Quiet chuckle*
*Whispering...*
Now for the fun part. Here is my secret to tell you....
Im dead.
Yeah. I said it.
Im D-E-A-D.
Now get your filty ear away from my mouth!
Thats better.
Let me explain.
I guess im not dead...YET.
But i will be, I will be, before the day is done.
You see that man over there? The one with the piggish nose and tan-ish hair?
Yeah. You see him.
Hes trying to kill me.
He's trying to shoot me dead.
DEAD
I'm a dead boy walking, now give me some candy and tell me it'll be okay.
It wont.
I'm GOING to die today.
Of COURSE i'm going to die today.
I saw it.
I foresaw it.
It's going to come true.
He's going to come at me with a gun,
And I'll be hit by a bus.
*Points to a school bus*
That bus RIIIIIGHT there.
See watch,
In ten seconds.
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
*Everything goes dark....*

     "Dammit, I don't know what to think of it! The kid comes up to me, demands for me to hear a secret, says hes gonna die, AND THEN GETS HIT BY A BUS! It's unnatural Will, just plain scary! An' I don't like it one bit! I'm going to go down to the hospital, and see him today, weather you think it's bad for my mental health or not!" Sue Xanter said, pacing back and forth. Her husband Will just sat in his rocking chair and nodded at the right moments. He wasn't really listening, he was reading a magazine about cars.
Sue was a woman with a messed up life. She neglected her friends, she neglected her family, and she worked most hours of the day. Her life was a confusing mess, and she was constantly running around blind, bumping into dead ends and bottomless pits.  All she wanted was to turn her life around.
She rolled her eyes and went to get her coat. That was just like her husband, ignore her when something important was happening. They where on the verge of a divorce… But her mind full to the brim with curiosities about that child, and that didn't leave much room for complaining about everyday things.  He didn't look any different--just your average street urchin--but his eyes…They had swirled around unnaturally, penetrating deep into her eyes.
She shook her head and grabbed her umbrella with the carved duck-head on the end of it. Sue had also felt something when that boy had been hit by the bus, not just your instinctual grimace and twang of lose. No. That had been something more. It was like she could feel what the boy was, like SHE was the one being hit.
Sue walked out of her apartment and hailed a taxi. "Seven-fifty-nine PeachyBerry Street." The cab driver nodded and drove off. Rain pattered against the pain, and the city seemed washed-out, and gray. It made her sigh, and think of the dieing boy in the hospital. No one would miss him… would they? He was dieing alone. He and them eyes…swirling.
They reached the street and she got out of the cab, giving him a hefty tip. She didn't feel like dealing out change right now. Sue also couldn't help but notice the piggish nose. "Hey… you…" she started to say, stammering, before pausing. "Yeah lady, whata ya want?" he answered. She pointed a finger out, before waving him off saying, "Oh never mind!" He shrugged and drove off. Sue opened her umbrella and turned up the ends of her coat collar. It was chilly, and the rain was coming down hard now. It was very cold rain.
She walked into the hospital, and then was shown up to the room where the boy laid, hooked up to multiple machines. Unfortunately, she had to lie and say she was of relation to him, or else they wouldn't let her in. It was understandable, of course. He was dieing…
Sue sat in the seat by the bed, and waited for him to come around. It didn't take long, as he was already waiting for her. He moaned and blinked his eyes open, turning over. He smiled. "You came." was all he said. Sue sat her umbrella down, and held onto the duck-shaped cane part. "Yes. I did." she said. His heart skipped a beat, literally, and he winced. Sue winced as well. "So you are dieing? Just like you said?" He nodded. "Soon, soon. But before I die… I have one last thing to do." Sue tilted her head and moved the chair closer. "And what might that be?" He smiled kindly some more. "Change your life."
Sue was taken aback, then with a sly grin, responded, "Yes, but haven't you already done that?"
He coughed. "No. Not in the slightest. You came here for answers. Answers I do not have, but what I will do is tell you what you need to hear."
She nodded. That was understandable, but not what she WANTED to hear. "Go on."
"Your husband. He will die as well, before you will. Most likely in fifteen years, of cancer. Live life with him, and enjoy it, don't let it be overgrown with hate. You will have no children. Your mom, she wishes dearly that you would talk to her. It has been a good couple of years that you have. She's gotten worried. Keep in touch with your friends, your obsessions have been taking up more and more of their room in your heart."
He paused and coughed again, his eyes sad. "The man with the piggish nose, he had no part in my death. I had to get your attention. I do believe it worked, but do not blame him for what has happened. He is innocent, but rude. Lastly, do not tell anyone of me, I am known to you, and only to you. This conversation DID happen, and you will keep this conversation within your soul for the rest of your life, but do not tell anyone of it. They must figure it out on their own."
Sue stared at him, overwhelmed with curiosity.
"Oh." he said, "I almost forgot, that there duck head on your umbrella will break the moment you forget me. You're a special person, don't forget that either. Listen to what I said, and you life will be good." His breathing slowed. His heart beats slowed, and slowed, and finally stopped. Sue got up and walked over to the boy, a tear rolling down from her eye. "Oh you poor wretched thing." she said, stroking her hand through his shaggy, unkempt hair. She turned away, and gathered her things, the umbrella hooked around her arm. Sighing, she turned and walked out the door, holding a tissue to her teary eyes.
Her life changed for the better that day. Though none of his predictions came true, she followed what he said, and she became a happier person for it. Sue started trying to improve her relationship with her husband, and before long, she had two children. Will never died of cancer, but lived on as a loving father. She called her mother that day, to tell her of all that she had missed. Sue also left her job, and got a better one with less hours put into it. With those extra hours she got closer to her family and friends. She lived a long happy life, and that umbrella never, ever broke.

        One day her daughter, grown up and having problems of her own, was walking along the street--that umbrella in her hands that had been passed down to her--when a young ragged boy approached her.
"You."
"Yeah you."
"Wanna know a secret?"

He asked her.
Yeah. I dont think its too bad for my first ironic short story (other than that one i wrote last year that i forgot to post up here...).
I know it kinda stumbles around a bit, but it makes sense, doesnt it?
Its supposed to leave you guessing and wondering.
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Randamyte's avatar
COOL! Thats such a creative story... its kinda scary... but amazing how the boy helps with peoples problems... definitely fave-worthy XD