Take A STAND!

• April Tran, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2016

Devastated, I cried out at the tip top of my two symmetrical lungs, “HELP!! Can you hear me?! I’m in here, room number…”
The number, something that no one knows. What was it? Did I even know? Everything seemed meaningless, to me. Everyone was the same. Sameness, something the universe had kept it from everyone. A devastated world, filled with the same old, usual fleeting feelings that seem nothing to the outsiders. And the emotions twirl smoothly, repeatedly again. A world fulfilled in satisfaction, leaving part of an immortal, beginning area. Anyway, I got trapped in a small, unknown area.
“Why did I go in?” I murmured to myself, trying to escape.
I heard giggles then faint sound appeared. Only a faint chirp of a bird.
“HELP! PLEASE!”
I slowly crumbled to tiny, microscopic pieces as I peeked through the collapsed, prison like, window.
“NO!” I whispered to myself.
Repeatedly, I imagined ponies flying to calm myself. I kept staring, hoping it’s not them. In this state I’ll get to nowhere but DOOM!
“I know you are here, somewhere hidden behind here.” The person said chuckling evilly.
Those words! I’ve heard them before but don’t know where. Words invaded my brain.
Pain.
Can I actually feel this or not? I just want to be in my comfortable, dismal dwelling. I don’t know what it means, not yet.
“Let’s go, no wait! Did you hear that?” The mysterious person questioned.
“No I didn’t!”
My bones cracked, my heart ready to explode, my eyes filled with desperate tears and goose bumps appeared from the grey.
They wanted me DEAD!
Dead as an electricity cut. Dead as a blackout. Dead as ME!
I’m too young to die. But at least this soon will all be over.
Click! Lock! Boom!
The door flung opened. Two masked people carried out a sharp, pair of scissors. They tried to threaten me by daring me to do dangerous stunts.
“Die. I dare you to jump off the roof. If you tell, you're dead!”
Those words crushed me like a beetle. Everyone laughed, no one helped. Everyone saw.
I understand the truth. A very unwelcoming word.
I heard the giggles. They surrounded me.
The fearless, not caring animals stared ferociously.
“Oy! You are DEAD!” They cheered on, in sly faces chuckling.
I wanted to cry out and plead but nothing came out. I wanted to run faster and faster but instead words flew rapidly, nonstop. My brain's energy drained out the 'smart juice' and filled it in... Something that this area knows but doesn't tell. Very odd, this no one actually knows.
But after, something hit my brain. I could see, everything that no one did. Friends, that’s what I saw. Something, that was missing, came back...
A bright glimpse, showed me. Hope flutters in me...
Note: Bystander. Someone who doesn’t do anything.
Bully. Only use this if they do it repeatedly.