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criticallaughter · 7 years

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No one ever bullies Jonathan again

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Tap, Tap, Tap. The raindrops on the window kept disturbing Ryan’s concentration on his project. In the end, he just gave up and decided to look at the view outside. It was raining heavily, and he regretted not picking up Jonathan and Bryce up from their school today. Bryce was the one saying he’s a big boy right now and could handle himself, and Jonathan saying he could too. He just sighed and let them be after their parent’s permission. Although he ordered them to walk home together, he was still very worried about them. 12 and 9 years olds are not old enough to walk alone on the street, are they?

“BANG!” Ryan immediately looked around to the source of the noise, just to see Jonathan soaking wet and ran to his own bedroom. Slamming the door loudly and he heard the sound of a door being locked. He looked at Bryce who was still dry under an umbrella.

"What happened? " Ryan asked Bryce, concerned by how Jon was reacting. Bryce just shrugged.

"I don't know, he didn't talk to me at all and refuse to go under the umbrella. And he did not seem to have fun under the rain." He said with sarcasm.

"I'll try to talk to him. Bryce, why won't you go fetch some cookies and milk, he loves them.

And bring a towel too if you could. " he heard Bryce mumbled a word 'bossy' before going.

Ryan walked over to Jonathan's room and knocked on the door in a specific pattern. A secret code between the four brothers. Sadly, there was no response from the other side.

"Hey, Jon. What happened? You can talk to me, you know, " he waited. No response either. He tried to think of what could have made him this upset. Did he forgot his birthday? No, it was already celebrated last month. Did he promise him something and he broke it somehow? Thinking it thoroughly, Ryan assumed that he didn't do anything that could have make delirious this down. But he still tried asking.

"Were you mad that I didn't pick you up today when it was raining?" Again, no response.

"Jonathan?" He tried again.

"Go away!" He heard Jon yelled. Ohm was relieved and hurted at the same time because he finally said something but it was to ask him to leave.

"Jonathan, is something wrong?"

"Just leave me alone!" Jonathan shouted through the door.

"Come on, you are soaking wet, at least dry off or go get a bath or something, we wouldn’t want you to get sick don’t we? Sickness is no fun, after all." He tried persuading him to come out.

"Yeah! I have some cookies and milk, your favourite kind!" Bryce came with a plate of them.

"...Just leave it at the door. I...I will come and get them."

"Oh no no no Jon, you have to come out and get them from us if you want some." Ryan said.

“Better be quick or I’m gonna eat them all!" Bryce added.

It took a while and they thought the plan didn't work until they heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. With a click, the door finally opened and they both invited themselves into the room quickly.

"Hey who let you in here!" Jonathan yelled.

"Well I thought that these snacks were a free pass." Bryce said and offered the snacks. Jon

contemplated for a moment before taking one and munching on it. Ryan took the chance and dried Jon’s hair with the towel.

“Come on, you’re cold and wet. What made you so upset that you decided to make yourself sick?”

“Did someone bully you?”

“It’s just…” Ryan heard sniffing and looked over at Jonathan. He saw that his eyes were red with tears and immediately patted his back to comfort him.

“Hey, hey...it’s alright. Don’t cry.”

“Here, take teddy bear.” Bryce took one of his many teddy bears from his room and offered it to him. Somehow, it just made Jonathan cry even harder. Both Ryan and Bryce freaked out a little and try to comfort Jonathan together. It was confusing to them why would teddy bear make him cry instead of smile, but comforting their little brother was the most important task. It took some while but Jon finally calmed down.

“There were people at school...that...that made fun of me...because I bring teddy bear to school everyday...they even...even…”

“Even what?” Bryce asked.

“Even tear off one of my teddy bears apart. It’s Mister Teddy Bear too.” Jon said sadly.

Although Ryan was mad that someone dared to make fun of his little brother, he was even pissed that they actually hurt his things. He could see that Bryce was as angry as he was too. However, the important thing at the moment was to make Jon happy again. Also, make sure he won’t get sick from the rain.

“May I look at how Mister Teddy Bear is doing?” Ryan asked. Jon quietly brought out his teddy bear from his bag. The teddy bear had lost an eye, an ear and a hand, the cotton was flowing out of the broken places. Ryan tried to calm himself down and not shout swears out to the world.

“Mister Teddy Bear doesn’t seem to look so good. Maybe I could help patching him up.” Ryan said. Jon looked up at him with hope in his eyes.

“Really? You can heal Mister Teddy Bear?” Jon asked excitedly. He just smiled at him.

“Yes I can, I’m quite a good healer after all. Now go take a shower, before you get sick. You were a fool for walking in the rain.” He ruffled Jon’s hair with affection.

“Okay.” He saw Jon pouted a little before running off to the bathroom. Bryce took the plates and glasses out of the room, while Ryan took the deformed teddy bear and started searching for needles and string.

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There was knocking on the door, and Ryan looked up to see his big brother, Luke coming inside his room.

“Hey what are you doing? Isn’t that one of Jon’s teddy bear?” Luke pointed at the teddy bear in his hand. He was sewing it up, but he wasn’t that good at it and accidentally stabbed himself with the needle a few times.

“I’m trying to sew his teddy bear back up. Did you know what happened to him today?” He asked.

“No, what happened?” Ryan then told him how he was so down today, and after some time he told him that he got bullied at school and someone destroyed his teddy bear.

“Kids these days, they need to learn a fucking lesson.” Luke was cracking his knuckles, and Ryan could see that he was really pissed.

“Don’t traumatize them, or hurt them too badly. We wouldn’t want our little Jonny to be feared by others.” Ryan advised.

“Don’t worry, they will remember this lesson for life.”

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The next day…

Ryan decided to pick up Jonathan after school. He saw Jon smiling and waving at some other kids. He was holding another teddy bear in his arms too. A human sized one.

“Hey who gave you that teddy bear?” Ryan asked, amused. The teddy bear was almost as big as Jon.

“The guys who hurt my teddy bear yesterday. They gave me this huge one to say sorry and they became my friends!” Jon grinned and hugged his new teddy bear happily.

“Cool, lil bro,” Ryan said. He saw that the tag was still there and helped tear it out. There was scribbled writing on the back of it, it wrote ‘pls don’t hurt me’.

Ryan should probably ask Luke about it.

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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 7 years

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I got my grade for “English: Creative Writing” last week, so I can now post the two pieces I had to write for that class :)

I got a 17 (in 20), which makes me so happy!!! This story was my final project, which is a bit longer, got me a 17,50 (in 20), but doesn’t have any of the teacher’s corrections, since I didn’t get to see it. It was inspired by a drabble I had wirtten before - here - I wanted to explore the idea in there, but sure these characters have nothing to do with Lyanna and Robert and their relationship

Here [x], you can find my oral presentation project, which is shorter, and I got 8/10, so YEAH!!!

This follows the relationship between two friends, and how their relationship develops through time...

Friend Gone, Friend Gained

Jonathan stopped at the flower shop around the corner. He looked through the roses – orange, pink or red – and the carnations, but he settled on the white lilies – he wished they had talked about her favorite flowers before; every time, he wondered if these were the right flowers.

Jonathan walked the familiar path, and when he could finally see the cherry blossom tree, he speeded up his pace, knowing he was close. He started noticing the names that by now were so familiar to him, Annabelle Jones on his right, Isaac Goldstein two steps ahead, Jerry Johnson the first on her row, and then finally,

Marya Stevens

1993 – 2017

Beloved daughter and sister

Not friend. Jonathan always felt that ‘friend’ was missing. Marya had been a great one, and not just to him – which was obvious since she had been putting up with him since he was five years old – but to others too. She was always ready to help, either with homework, a ride somewhere, or even if you just needed someone to talk to or laugh with. She had always been a friend to all, so Jonathan couldn’t help but still need her.

“Hi, Marya. I’m sorry I haven’t been here for awhile,” he apologized, just before he took a seat on the ground, next to her, and put the bouquet down as well, lightly touching the stone. “I wanted to call you last night. I had a date; with that guy you thought was cute until he said he didn’t like Nemo. It turns out Brave is his favorite animation movie, and that evens out things. It went okay, it went great actually, but-- but I realized something. Even if a date went amazingly well, and I ended up the night at their house or back at mine, the most exciting thing was telling you about it.” It had been a weird conclusion to come to; and Jonathan couldn’t really figure out the meaning of it – he just knew that last night he couldn’t go up to his date’s apartment when he was invited over. “And it’s strange not being able to tell you what happened and hear you ask stupid questions and make stupid jokes.”

“I still feel that you come here to bother me all the time. But I’ll ask. Did your date have food on his teeth?” Jonathan heard a voice ask – her voice ask – and when he looked up she was sitting on top of her gravestone, with her left leg crossed over her right, and a book opened on her hands, The Tale of Two Cities, if his eyes didn’t fail him. As he looked closer, it was like she was almost not there, the colour of her body and clothes was faded, like a pair of jeans that had gone through the washing machine too many times.

“I’m loosing my mind,” he whispered.

“No, you’re not,” she answered. Marya was still looking down at him, and this time she had a sad smile on her lips. “Do you know that now I have all the time in the world to read?”

He didn’t answer, still confused. But if this was true, maybe Heaven was real for her. She had always complained she would never get the chance to read everything she wanted. When she had been diagnosed, she had made a list of the 100 books to read before dying – he had helped her with the list; when the treatment made her too tired to read, especially in the last few months, he would read to her every time he visited the hospital. She had gotten to her 87th book – A Darker Shade of Magic – but she had never finished it; her parents had buried the book with her, and Jonathan had gotten it sign by friends and family alike.

“I could not finish the book I was reading, since V. E. Schwab is still alive. But I’ve read others, and you need to read Peter and Wendy – mind-blowing, Jonathan, mind-blowing. The story is so much more than what we know from the Disney movie.”

“Jonathan,” someone greeted him, the voice was similar – the same gentle touch but with a lower tone. “How’s our girl today?”

“She’s-- I’ll leave you with her, Mrs Stevens.”

“Thank you,” she said, as Jonathan got up and touched the stone one last time, avoiding Marya’s eyes, as she now sat with the closed book resting on her lap. “She’s in peace,” Marya’s mother whispered, “She’s no longer in pain, remember that.”

“So where are we going?” Marya asked when they were almost out of the cemetery.

“Shouldn’t you stay with your mother?”

“She doesn’t see me,” she answered, and then looked and pulled on her nails, which the real Marya had always done when she was hiding something. Jonathan decided not to pressure her, she would tell him with time.

And time came, after he had gotten used to her showing up unannounced in his apartment. Time came as the definite final credits of Orphan Black rolled down.

“I thought my sister saw me once. Just a glimpse, and then I was invisible again.”

“Why?”

“She needed me that second. She needed me to help her make the right choice, to not do something she would regret the rest of her life.”

“No. Why are you here? And not with her, or your mom, or your dad?

“Because they don’t need me.”

“They love you, Marya.”

“They do, and they always will. But they don’t need me, they miss me, they wish I was there and breathing, but they don’t need me. Their mind has accepted I’m gone.”

“And I haven’t.”

“You need help. You’ve always needed help, since you were a kid, and your shoelaces came apart and you didn’t want to tell the teacher that you didn’t know how to tie them alone.”

“You shouldn’t need to take care of me,” he said, munching on chips.

“It’s not much better up there. I met my mom’s grandmother again. I could barely remember her from when I was little. And then I met her husband, and all the other great-grandparents. And Verne – I actually met Jules Verne. And hanging out with Carrie Fisher was the best, but--” she said, as her excitement died down, and she hugged her legs closer, and then continued speaking, “--being there is not the same as here, I don’t really know anyone, and I should consider myself lucky because that means no one I know has died, but it’s still pretty lonely… Here, it’s not the same as before, but I have you, you take care of me.”

“Come here, Marya,” he said, opening his arms to her, and she lay close enough to him, to seem like they were touching. But they knew that he couldn’t actually feel her; and if she let go, it would become too real that she wasn’t real, because she would just fall right across his body (it had happened once before, and they had never talked about it).

“I miss chips, and coke, and gummy bears, and--” she whispered, closing her eyes, knowing that falling asleep was impossible.

“You can still enjoy the movie,” he promised her. That was true, another unfortunate and inconvenient thing about the after death experience was that the only movies she could watch were the ones where everyone involved was dead, which didn’t give her that many movies to watch.

Marya disappeared when she noticed that Jonathan had fallen asleep, and she went back to the other place, where it was always day and no time passed. There was no sense of time in there, so she didn’t come back down for almost three weeks, and with those Jonathan took the time to try and get back to his real life.

Jonathan’s college friends celebrated way too hard when he said ‘yes’ to going out, which made him think that maybe things weren’t as normal as he thought when it came to how much time he spent with a dead person. Annabelle from his Calculus III class, who he had had a crush on since Calculus I actually asked him out, just before kissing him, and after that group hang out, he went out with her three more times.

On their fourth date, he brought her home. He barely could see anything in front of him, his eyes focused on her face, and on her lips; and then his lips on her lips, which made them barely notice anything around them, either it was the elevator stopping, or that between a few knocks and bumps against the walls, they had made it to the door. Jonathan unlocked it between kisses, ready to take her to his room; but he was stopped on his tracks, when he noticed Marya on the couch, crying, and Annabelle immediately recognized the change in his attitude.

“Is there something wrong, Jon?”

“I can’t do this,” he said, eyeing Marya. And before Annabelle could protest, she was out the door. Jonathan tried to hold Marya and offer some comfort, which was hard when he wasn’t able to touch her or offer her her favorite chocolate, a Nestle Chunky one.

He didn’t really date much after that. He went out, with men and women, but none could ever last more than a month; until 2019, and he was on his third month dating Cassandra.

Marya had stopped appearing as often, and she was mad when she did, requesting more time – time he couldn’t give her. She wasn’t real, and Cassie was (all the others had been too, Marya had argued) but Cassie was also fun, she honestly laughed at his jokes like Marya had done since they were kids, and she was smart and they liked the same things, eating pineapple and jalapenos peppers pizza while binge-watching entire seasons of comedy shows, from Galavant to Scrubs.

In the moment, they watched for their third time Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly get engaged, on their computer as they lay in bed, Jonathan knew he loved Cassie, and he needed to stop making excuses, and lying to her – he needed to move on, and for that he needed to say goodbye to Marya.

“Why?!” Marya yelled, with tears running down her cheeks, and Jonathan felt every instinct on his body asking him to take back everything he had just said.

“Because I don’t need you, I love you, but I don’t need you anymore… I can tie my own shoelaces,” he promised her. “And you’re dead, you should stay that way. You probably shouldn’t even be here,” Jonathan said, trying to rationalize this. “Dead and living shouldn’t mix.”

“You never complained before.”

“I can’t be here for you and for Cassie at the same time. And Cassie is real, Marya,” he whispered this time. “She’s real, and I need to give this relationship a real fighting chance.” Marya loved him, and he loved her back and he always would. But they both knew what was best for him, and what she needed to do. So she disappeared.

When Jonathan died, leaving behind his wife, children and grandchildren, Marya was there to welcome him. She looked 23, and he looked 86, and he hadn’t seen her or heard her voice for more than half a century; but then Marya smiled, and it was the same as ever, like no time had passed, she was his childhood best friend after all.

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