Short stories

Love

The kid struggled. His hands clawing at his neck. Breathes came in pants. Tears stained his beautiful blue eyes that were turning pale. His whole face red. My heart hurt as his mouth cried out "I'm sorry" and "Help me" How did this happen? Who is this boy? Why is this happening?

Allen was a boring kid. He wore glasses and had good grades. Most people shunned him and hated him. He stood up for people and helped everyone who needed it. As a bystander, he was a good kid. Younger than me by a year.

I first met him at a party. I as drunk and found him extremely cute. I tripped and landed on top of him. I remember staring from above at his beautiful eyes. No one came upstairs unless to have sex. My lips crashed down on his. Before I realized it, we were making out on the floor. And I liked it. He tasted good.

People found out and got mad. Football players dragged him. They carried his body to the goal They tied him up. The strongest held me back. I struggled and pulled but I wasn't strong enough. Everyone left when his body went limp.

I pulled him off. His body still warm in my embrace. He reached his hand up to my face and whispered that he still loved me and always will. Yet, his body never moved. I kissed him over and over. But he never came back.

"Travis, Allen's died.." A girl said behind me.

Like it doesn't me...