Little Shadows

Forget-Me-Not (Part Two)

I was running. Running more than I ever had before. The bullying on Nightmare had been getting worse, and nobody was listening to me when I told them to stop.

But this time, they were gathered around him, throwing everything they had at him. They were violent. They were angry. I was trying to get to him, to help him, but then someone grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t you dare,” they said. 

I swiveled my head around. “He’s in trouble, I need to save him—”

They pushed me against the wall of a mural. “Shut up or I’ll rip your mouth out.”

It was a tall, looming man, with greasy pale hair and a snub nose. It was the kid who was friends with Al the Crocodile when I was younger, these were the two dummies who bullied Nightmare the most.
I glared at him. “What is wrong with you?”

“A kind girl like you shouldn’t be hanging around a deadly monster.”

I shoved my hands against his chest. “He’s not a monster!” I cried, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks. “He’s a loving skeleton, and if you can’t see that, then maybe you’re a monster.”

Rudy (that’s the guy’s name), growled at me. “I’m no monster, ungrateful little brat!” he roared, shoving me against the mural so hard I heard a crack in my spine.
The pain was so unbearable I fell to the ground, quivering.

Flames tried to swirl up my arm to connect to my hair, and I was going to aim the sparks at Rudy, but he kicked me and I lost my concentration.
“S-stop,” I whispered. 
Rudy grinned like a mad-man. “No.”

He kicked me again.
Flames involuntarily flew into his scraggly red hair and he screeched, jumping back.

“My hair! My beautiful ginger locks!”

“Oh shut up, you big baby.” Then I kicked him in the spot no man wants to be kicked.

He screamed, clutching himself and rolling around on the ground.
I shakily got up to my feet, darting away from the savage man. I ran up to the tree, until I was dragged back, all the way to a small cabin.

“Let me go!” I screeched, but my struggles counted for nothing.

I couldn’t burn this creature.

I was locked in a building, but I escaped, and now the building was gone and once again I was running to the village.

The villagers blocked me. Dream was next to me, the younger one wearing his old outfit.

“Where’s Nightmare?” I cried, trying to stand over the crowd.

“Where he usually is?” Dream replied.

“We need to help him, Dream!”

“Why?”

“He’s being bullied!”

“What? No! They’re my friends, why would they hurt my brother?”

“They’re not your friends, Dream. They’re using you to hurt Nightmare.”

Dream looked at me, shocked, but he shook his head. “No! How could you say such a thing?”
He ran off.

I attempted to shove myself past the villagers again, but none of them were letting me through. 

“Stay there” 
“It’s dangerous” 
“You’re going to die!” 
“the guardian of negativity is a monster”