A Sad Story. (2.0)
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Neko_Mishi_Chan
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I loved it so much. You are so amazing at this stuff ;--;
I couldn't read it so good, cause I don't have a good english, but it made me cry anyways <3
You are amazing, Misushi, Good Job <3
I had to read it the whole way through because i wanted to know what happened u//v//u
Great job Mishi-chan
Plus John was born on my birthday <3
My school has does this thing called "Illuminations" where we enter short stories or poems, etc., etc.,..
I did "A Sad Story", but I edited it...And it's not called "A Strong, Weak Boy"
THE STRONG, WEAK BOY
This is the story of a young boy named Erik, and his little brother, John.
Erik was a proud, robust boy. He loved candy and toys, especially his NASCAR figures. He would run outside and play with his friends almost everyday. His brother, John, however, was the exact opposite.
John was sick and frail. The sugar in candy hurt his stomach, and his condition left him bedridden his entire life.
Erik was 3 years old when his little brother, John, was born. John was born 3 months premature and had to stay in the hospital for another 2 weeks before he could go home. At first, Erik was excited to have a baby brother, even though he didn't even quite understand what a baby even was.
John finally came home, and it didn't take long for him to become the center of attention in the house. John got Erik's toys, and because sweets made him sick, Erik couldn't have candy either. Erik quickly grew tired of all his things being taken from him. His mother also constantly warned him to stay away, because Erik would sometimes hurt his brother while playing.
Two years passed, and Erik's jealousy towards his little brother grew more and more. He was completely oblivious to the fact that John was diagnosed with Brain Cancer since he was 16 days old. Whenever Erik had the chance, he would push John or even hit him and yell at him, saying:
"You know Mommy and Daddy don't really love you, right? They're just lying because they want you to think they're not that bad when they give you back to your real parents! That's why they always go on business trips, so they can find your real parents! I guess they didn't want you either, huh? 'Cause you're so stupid and ugly!" Of course, these were all lies. Erik and John were blood, born from the same parents. As soon as Erik yelled the hurtful words, they were thrown right back at him as his parents spanked him and punished him for being so cruel.
"Why are you so horrible to your brother? He's sick and you're the reason why he stays sick!" his mother yelled. Erik became silent, but his anger burned even more, growing into an inferno of hatred.
Another six years went by. By this time, Erik was now 11 and John was 8. Erik now knew that his little brother had a deadly cancer, and his fiery hatred became flames of regret. Erik and John's father had also been dead for 3 years.
John wasn't any better from his disease. In fact, he may have gotten worse. John had to stay in bed and would frequently be admitted into the hospital. But despite his weak condition, John always smiled. His family and friends always called him, the “Strong, Weak Boy.” He always admired and cherished the Stargaze Lilies in his garden. He was so weak, that the white and pink flowers were the only things he could truly take care of for himself. He also went outside on rare occasions and collected the shiny rocks that littered his yard. How the little, round pebbles shined and sparkled, despite being simple stones, amazed him. But in the end, John got tired every time and had to stay in bed for another few days.
Erik felt bad for his brother and decided to help him. John couldn't move much, so Erik helped John to sit up, then crawl, then stand, then walk. But the walking was more like inching little by little, since every little move made John's head throb and nose bleed. But John made progress. He eventually got used to walking, and Erik was proud of his little brother. Soon enough, John could go to the neighborhood swimming pool, though he could only stand in the shallow end and move about slowly. Erik kept encouraging John to try and float and even got into the pool with him to help. One time, John tried to actually swim, but stopped shortly after, cringing in pain because his head hurt so much. Erik comforted his brother and tried to soothe the pain. They waited until the pain ebbed away and tried again.
One day, a bad storm hit the area while the two brothers were in the pool. It was about 500 meters from their house, so Erik always brought John's wheelchair to get there and back to the house. Unfortunately, the wheelchair was blown away and Erik didn't have the strength to carry his little brother to their home. Erik tried, though, but stopped after almost being knocked down by a strong gust of wind. John cried in pain as Erik tried to get him to run, or at least walk quickly, to their house. The strain was too much for John. Erik, panicking, hid John behind a bush, hoping it would help shelter John in the storm, and raced back home to get their mom and her car to pick John up.
They managed to find John curled up in the bush Erik left him in and quickly rushed him to the hospital. Once at the hospital, the staff did everything they could to save John. Erik asked if his little brother would be okay, but the answer was 'No'.
Devastated, their mother broke down and slapped Erik.
"Why?? Why would you put your brother through that Hell?? I knew I shouldn't have let you take him out today!! Your brother is dying because of you!”
Erik recoiled at his mother's stinging words. He clenched his hands into tight fists and yelled back:
"I was trying to help him! At least I got you in time! What about you?! When I got home, you were watching TV as if the storm wasn't bothering you at all!”
His mother glared coldly and slapped him once more. John, conscious at the time, began crying and raised his hand toward him. He spoke weakly, but loud enough for them to hear:
"Don't fight...Erik didn't do anything wrong...And it's not Mommy's fault either..."
Erik and his mother stopped and looked at each other. The two of them fighting wasn't going to help John get better. They stayed at the hospital until visiting hours were over and went home.
That night, the two prayed and begged to God:
"God...Please don't take my baby..."
"You already took our dad...Now you have to take him, too?" And the two continued their prayers until morning.
Erik and John's mother got a phone call from the hospital. They rushed over as quickly as they could, and found the doctors and nurses gathered around John's bed. Erik and their mother dashed over to John's side, his breathing shallow and their hearts throbbing.
Their mother fell onto her knees, holding her child's pallid, cold hand while whispering, "Don't worry, John...Remember what Mommy said? You're a strong, wonderful child. You'll...You'll pull through.”
"W-we love you, bro...When you get out of this hospital, I'll let you play with all of my old toys. And we'll play at the pool some more...I'll always be with you..," Erik sniffled and he hugged his baby brother.
John sighed, and the only sound present was the perpetual beep of the heart monitor and the sobs of Erik and his mother.
Two weeks later, on what what have been John's 9th birthday, his funeral was held, and his body was buried next to his father's. Hundreds of Stargazer Lilies and small shiny stones from all the neighbors and patients in the hospital were placed on John's grave. His tombstone read:
“Here lies John Kain Anders, the Strong, Weak Boy. June 6th, 2003-May 23rd, 2012”
How is it? ;v; I'd like your opinions...Hope you enjoyed...