“Give us your money,” The bigger boy said. His friends behind him were laughing.
“I don’t have any,” the little boy answered, shaking.
The bigger boy turned to his friends. “Did you hear that boys” he scoffed. “He doesn’t have money.” He slammed his fist against the wall, inches away from the little boy’s head. The little boy flinched, trying not to cry.
“Don’t fuck with us.” He whispered. The little boy started crying. The three boys laughed.
“Crybaby!” The boy with scruffy hair said. He roared with laughter.
The bigger boy grabbed the little boy and threw him on the ground. He searched through the little boy’s back pocket and found his wallet.
He opened and looked through it. “There’s nothing in here.” He walked closer to the little boy still on the ground. “Useless!” He threw the wallet to the little boy’s face.
“Let’s go boys.” He said. He spat on the little boy’s body before walking away.
The little boy stayed on the ground. Some part of him wished it would just end there. No more crying, no more feeling scared, no more feeling dread. He wished he could just stay there and drift into the air. And so he stayed.
“Are you okay?” A girl’s voice asked him.
The little boy opened his eyes and only saw someone’s legs wearing pink Minnie Mouse shoes.
“Yes,” he said simply.
“Why are you on the ground?” The girl asked again.
“Because it’s nice here.”
“How is it nice?” the girl bend over, revealing her face to the little boy. He looked at the girl, much younger than him. A toddler, actually.
The little boy didn’t answer.
“The ground is really icky and cold. How is it nice?” she said.
The little boy sat up and wiped his tears with his thumb.
“You don’t look too happy on the ground. You’re crying!” She said.
“You’re right. I’m not.” The little boy said. He let out a little laugh. “The ground is icky.” He stood up. Now he’s much taller than the girl. The girl had to tilt her head to look at the little boy’s face.
“Next time, try lying on the sand.” She continued. The little boy looked at her, confused. “It’s much softer and you can make sand angels! But it will be messy. Not as fun as snow angels.” The girl picked up the wallet on the ground and gave it to him. “This must be yours.” She said.
“There you are, honey.” A woman walked over to them. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The woman grabbed the girl’s small hands.
“John,” The woman said to the little boy. “What are you doing here? Break time is over. Come on.”
“Your daughter, Mrs Brian?” The little boy asked.
“Yes. A very naughty one, too.” The woman answered. She stroked her daughter’s head. “Say hi.” She told the girl.
“We’ve met.” The girl said. “I found him lying on the ground.”
The woman gave the little boy a confused look.
“He cried because the ground isn’t comfy. So I told him to try lying on the sand.” The little girl said. “Remember when we went to the beach and we buried dad in the sand and he fell asleep because it was so cosy?”
“Yes, honey. That’s right, sand is comfier than ground.” The woman gave her daughter a heartiest smile. “Is there anything you want to tell me, John?” She asked the little boy.
“I…” The little boy could not muster any words.
“You can tell me anything.” The woman said. She placed her hands on the little boy’s shoulder.
And at that moment, the little boy drifted into the air. Just like he wished.
If you’re being bullied, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’re not alone. There are people out there who genuinely care about you. Your life matters. Your future matters.
Doubt // 2nd March.