Hey guys!
I know we've all been through tough patches and dark nights, but what keeps me going is those people around me. One person recently came into my life and I know why all ready. He's all over the place to say the least. I'll keep his name confidential, for his own sake of course. For title purposes, we'll call him Jace. Jace is a 15 year old boy a grade below me. He goes to our school by choice and came from a small school of about 200 people, staff included. In 7th and 8th grade he got into some of the wrong things. He started drinking, smoking cigarettes and just hanging around with the wrong type of people. He started to do things less and eventually stopped. Unfortunatley, he got into the booze and then weed. The time he told me he was doing weed was an all around bad day. I had been in an arguement with my boyfriend, so he wanted to walk me home. He wanted to make sure I was okay. It was chilly and a bit misty. Hand in hand we crossed over the bridge. He was telling me of how he and some friends smashed lamp posts down by the water. Although I was upset, I didn't show it through my tone of voice when I turned to him with a sly grin and said "Jaaaace, you can't do bad things!" we had stopped walking and he looked at me. His deep blue eyes sunk in his head under his dirty blonde hair. "Is weed bad?" he asked trying not to look into my eyes. Turning to face him my eyes dipping down into my cheeks with a slight pout upon my lips I stared into his shifting eyes. "How come? How could you do this to me?" I was absolutley devastated. He looked at me and said in his sweet, tired voice "It makes me happy.." I repeatedly told him he didn't need it as we stood there in front of the colored house with the bird painted on the door. I grabbed his hand again and swung it back and forth in mine. "see this?" I asked. "I'm holding your hand. If I hold your hand you have to listen to me. If you don't want to, just let go." The walk home was seldomly silent. We got to the bank at the top of my four-block-long street and stopped. I hugged him and didn't let go. I told him to promise he would stop, and to my surprise he did. "I don't think you need it, but what will make you happy now?" I didn't want him to go back, but I wanted him to find a reason to stop. So he could have confidence in his decision at least. He looked at my face, and didn't shift and eye, then he said with strength "I guess that's what you're here for" and he gave one of those little half smiles he's so famous for. Maybe I am a nerd for remembering that day. Maybe it's a little odd that I memorized his class schedule. Maybe I shouldn't text him everyday once schools out and wish him a goodnight before bed. As I see it, I should. I feel like I'm helping somebody that I care about, and I could be saving a life.
Have a good evening everybody.
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