Note: This chapter contains violence.
I was sitting by the window when I heard Noel walking this way
"Hey look at that beautiful view, just like you said" I smiled
'hey you came".
"Of course" he says and sits down across of me.
"So what have you been up to?' He asks.
"Not that much, you?" I ask.
"Not that much either, is it okay if I take off my hood?'
"Yeah sure" I say while he takes off the hood, on his face is a scar starting from his right eyebrow down to his right cheek. It wasn't scary or ugly, you could just see it had a big story and I get that Noel doesn't like explaining all the time.
"So what do you think? Is it scaring you?" He asks with his head facing the other side.
"No it doesn't scare me, its just very in your face you know" we both laugh about that, I just like it when he smiles.
"Shall I start telling you the story of my scar then?" He aks and I nod
'yes, im listening'
I was seven when it all stared, I still lived in Auckland, new Zealand with my mom and dad. They weren't a happy married couple any more like they used to be years ago, we weren't that perfect family anymore. They had fights, arguments and like that there marriage was slowly breaking down and taking me with them. Mom would bring me to school in the morning and pick me up to eat lunch at home. This was the daily routine until they started fighting. I would get home and take my lunch up stairs so I wouldn't get involved in the fights. I sat in my room crying till they stopped arguing, sometimes I even walked back to school myself if they forgot to bring me because of the arguing. One day it got out of hand. Mom brought me back from school that afternoon and we just ate lunch together until my dad rushed in. He started shouting at mom about all kinds of things I didn't understand yet or can't remember. Mom kept saying he needed to back off and stop shouting at her, but he didn't. Instead it got even worse, He cornered her and pushed her against the kitchen counter. Mom screamed and told me to hide in the living room. I went to sit in the corner of the room, so I could just see what was happening in the kitchen. Dad shouted she should shut the fuck up and listen to him. She told him there was no way they could have a normal conversation and talk things out. They kept on going until mom started to cry, when she did dad slapt her so she would shut up. She looked away from him, he turned her face back she looked at him
"fuck you Sheldon" She spit in his face and when he tried to get the spit off his face, she ran. Dad grabbed her arm before she even made it passed the dinning table,
"let me go Sheldon! Get the money, get what you want and leave!"
"It's not about the money or house Lora. It is about the kid. Since he's in your life you don't even care to look at me anymore, he is the only one you still care about!" My mom looked at him as angry as she could and said
"You are a pathetic asshole Sheldon, involving your son into your own problems" After she said it you could see her face turn from anger to fear, fear of what dad might do to her.
"You shouldn't have said that Lora" he grabbed a knife from the counter and stabbed her...he just stabbed my mom out of nowhere in her stomach. I screamed and cried, seeing my mom falling on the floor, carving in pain, seeking for air. As soon as my dad heard me crying, he got aware of the fact that I witnessed everything that had happend. He turned around and threw the knife at me before he ran out of the front door planning never to come back again. I screamed of pain and panicked when seeing the blood dripping down my face, not being able to see with my left eye anymore. Mom was laying in a puddle of blood, not moving a muscle.
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"Mom? Mom! Mommy please!" I shouted crying. I remember sitting there, thinking what I could do to help my mom before it was to late if it wasn't all ready. But I couldn't move, I was too shocked of everything that had happend. After a while I heard some noise coming and people screaming and talking, It were my neighbors that had come in to see what had happend. They called 911, some of them were trying to help my mom and me. When the ambulance came in it was already too late, mom her heart had stopped beating....she passed away. The other paramedics tried to clam me down and take me to the hospital to take care of my wounds. But I couldn't leave mom... I just couldn't let her die like this. It was all my fault, if I wouldn't have been born or been in my parents there lives to come and ruin it then mom would have lived now. But she doesn't, because dad took her away because of me! Noel shouted and stared crying.
"It's not your fault, okay Noel? Its not your fault she has passed away" I say to him trying to comfort him and calm him down.
"How could you know that fay? You don't know whats it like to lose a parent, whats it like to watch your mom seek for air and die, to watch the only person you cared about die right in front of you and not being able to do anything" He says irritated but sad at the same time.
"No, your right I don't. But I do know that blaming your self for something that happend because of more indirect reasons isn't going to change anything. You'll only make yourself feel worse and that won't bring her back" He looks at me and a tear runs down his cheek
"I..I just want her back" he says and hugs me.
"It's okay Noel, its going to be okay" I says and hugged him back. When he let go he dries off his tears and says
"I'm sorry Fay, I'm sorry for getting pissed at you earlier".
"Don't be sorry" I say and we watch out of the window for a couple of minutes, The rain is running down the windowpane like tears running down Noels face.
"Noel?" I ask him.
"Why did you tell me this? Why me?" He looks at me and says
"Because I had a feeling you would understand, that you would listen. You're the only one who has had the guts to talk to me, even though it was by passing notes" I laugh
"I just had a feeling you're different from the others, you just have a story that is hidden and people don't know if it was there to be told or to be kept. So they just keep there distance to be sure" I tell him.
"How do you know they think that?' He asks.
"Because I used to think like them as well, until I realized every story is worth hearing. A story is what makes you you" I say and he smiles at me
"Thanks Fay"
I was quiet for the rest of the day, trying to take in Noel's story. In the car on our way home, I didn't sing along with any of the songs
"whats going on sweetheart?' Mom asked concerned.
"You remember that new kid? Well he sits next to me in geography and we started talking, he always wears a hood and I was wondering why so I asked. Today he told me the story and it was a lot to take in" I end up telling her the entire story
"Well, I can see why you are struggling to take that all in" mom tells me and we stay quiet for a while
"Has he had any help recovering from this? Or talked about it with a therapist? Can't imagine a seven year old handeling this on his own."
"I don't know mom, I hope he has." I tell her and didn't say a word more on the way home. Spark felt that I was feeling a bit off, he was less jumpy and excited than usual. To cheer us but up a bit I took him to the park to throw the ball, But when we arrived at the park I saw someone sitting on the bench next to the fountain. Someone in a dark hoodie, I think its Noel. I throw the ball all the way to the bench so he would look up, he did and he saw Spark taking it back to me. I throw the ball again and start walking to the bench,
"hey Noel" I say to him and he looks up.
"Hey there Fay, didn't know you came here". "Yeah, I take Spark out after school usually and we go here most of the time" I say to him. Spark barks and starts liking Noels hand, We both laugh a bit.
"You can throw the ball if you want" I say to Noel, he throws the ball and Sparks gets all excited.
'So, what you doing here?' I ask.
"I just come here to draw whatever is going on at the moment" he says and hands me his sketchbook.
"These are amazing!" His way of sketching, add of watercolors and just add of subtle details. He really has a feel for it, he shows emotion in his art. He's so different than I expected him to be, different from the impression that he makes at first. But thats what I like about him, being different. I give back his sketchbook and get the ball from spark. I start running, spark chases me around trying to get the ball back. We keep chasing and chasing around, I hear Noel laughing behind his sketchbook and I look at him. Suddenly I trip over my own feet and fall in de mud with spark jump on top of me , still trying to get the ball back. Noel comes running my way and asks
"Are you okay?".
"I'm fine" I say laughing.
"A little mud ain't gonna take me down" We laugh and he helps me up.
"Thanks, I gotta get home now. Moms got dinner ready." I tell him and he hands me a sketch
"Here keep it". Its a sketch of me and spark running around
"Thanks, Noel I love it" I say to him.
"Glad you like it" he says and we separate our ways. When I got home mom saw the drawing
"What have you got there? Its beautiful" she says.
"Got it from Noel, I run into him at the park.
"He was there too? what a coincidence" she says.
"Yeah" I say when putting my dirty clothes in the washer.
"He's a sweet kid" mom says and we go have dinner. I'm laying in bed looking at Noels drawing, thinking of him and wondering whats going to happen next.
He trusts me for no reason,
I like him without thinking it could be treason,
Because I know, his only reason can't be treason.
F.
The hood is just a mask, covering a piece of his past.
F.
He's special, just like his story.
