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therealparadox · 8 years ago

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Story in progress - Molly

//First person

I have come to this park ever since I was a young boy. I have sat on this very bench that is it on now since that time. Looking at how the other kids played their little games. Oh how I longed to join in. How I so craved for a friend or two.

A sigh escapes me again, it must of been the fourth one in this past hour. It has been well over a decade since that fateful day. I cannot stop thinking and thinking before again thinking of that day in September just as the daisies bloomed and the bees zoomed by. When the birds did sing and butterflies flew. This very thought makes me think of ‘her’.

I lean back on the bench and allow the last sigh to leave me before my mind takes a trip down memory lane.

I was a boy at the age of ten. I was never liked by my parents and they forced me to have good grades. I was rarely allowed out but they could keep me in as I soon found a way to sneak out.

My first attempt was frightening but Ra was it worth it. I headed over to the park and sat down on the bench. I soon spotted some friends and a smile came to my face. This joy must of took over for I was soon running to the small group of boys.

The boys seemed to be taunting a small caterpillar. They were trying to make it run in circles with a stick. I knew how it felt to be taughted and forced to preform. I snatched worm in my hands and after having the other boys beat and poke me with their stick, I took it back to the bench I sat by before.

After setting the creature down, I finally got a look at the brilliant colours. I couldn’t help but smile as the little one’s form would would show me a rainbow when the sun hit just right. I giggled as it would arch it’s little back when it inched around the bench.

It felt good saving something from my ailment but as the night grew dark, I had no choice but to leave back to that world. I picked up the caterpillar and set it down by the grass next to the right bench leg. I then said my goodbyes and ran back home.

The next day was like the first but I couldn’t stop thinking of the little worm by the bench. I first thought it was crazy to be thinking of a bug and soon shrugged it off.

Something happened and I found myself in tears. I ran to the park and headed to the bench to sprawl my tears. Everyone is in school now so no one will see my sob.

I let my tears fall before in my blurry vision I saw the caterpillar inching by the arm rest. Something in me must of broke because as stupid as it sounds, I began talking to the worm. It turned to face me when I spoke and would arch it’s little back when I cried. It did make me giggle and soon the sniffling sobs turned into little giggles.

I heard my name being called and I waved at the caterpillar before running back.

I was hurt quite often and then there were times when I just needed to talk to get a weight from my heart. I came to visit the worm more frequently and at times would sneak in a lettuce leaf. Every time I got there be it when I was sad lonely or just have some news to tell, the caterpillar was asways there. When it rained, it would sneak under the bench and inch up the planks to be with me. It made me glad to have something to talk to and even if it didn’t look like it, I bet it was listening all those times. I soon decided to give my friend a name: Molly.

Molly loved the lettuce I brought her and would eat the entire leaf during our visits. It was fun watching her little head begin at the top and nibble all the way to bottom. It made me giggle when she climbed to the very top of the leaf and raise its little rainbow body at me as if to give me an air hug.

I have never felt so happy. I have a little best friend that made the bullies at school and the yells of my parents just a bad dream. She protected me from them and I will always be thankful. My most favourite times were when we sat on the bench and just looked at the park, we watched the kids running and laughing and we saw how to budding plants were about to blossom.

It was not long until little Molly was now a bigger Molly but I did not mind, she may be fat but she was still pretty to me. I told her that and she seemed to twirl or inch in a circle. I laughed and together we would watch the butterflies begin to pupate in the nearby tree. “Soon, you will be an even more beautiful butterfly but you will also always be my best friend and I will be by your side and watch you become free.”

Or so I thought.

The next day I was on my way to school before my mother made me wear Wellington boots and gloves. “There is a swarm of spiders in that park on your way to school. Don’t want to have you bit because I really don’t want to pay for the medical bill.”

My heart sank and I ran as fast as I can to the park. I yelled for Molly to be careful and I stopped in my tracks as the bench was covered in fresh spiders’ webs. I ignored the webs and search for my Molly. But then, under the bench armrest, rest a big hairy spider and my heart sank as the spider delivered the kiss of death. I couldn’t lose her, she was my ONLY friend I ever had.

Without thinking I flicked the spider away, it landed on the far side of the bench and was wounded for two of it’s legs were immobile. I then grabbed Molly and heald the thin cacooned caterpillar in my hand; her little squirms slowing down as the venom turned her insides to soup.

I stood there with tears pouring from my eyes as my only friend stopped moving. Her little body so beautiful now faded to a light grew. Her arched back now a limp balloon of goop.

I took her with me to school and used my napkin to cut her out some wings. Then as the tears continued to pour, a small grave was dug and I gently placed her inside. I placed a flower on top of her body and covered her up.

“Good bye, Molly. You were my only friend. Thank you for being there for me and please forgive me for not being there for you.”

I sat there crying before a beautiful butterfly. One of the prettiest and colourful I have ever seen sat on Molly’s grave. It rested for a bit before flying away, never to be seen again.

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