Anthology of Betrayal

The Curse of Satin Wing

      There once was a boy named Satin Wing, but I knew him before he became dark, twisted, and evil. Look, I was his best friend since I first met him in Mrs. Cucuy's second-grade class. Mrs. Cucuy was a gentle teacher, she tried to help Satin. But it just increased his irritation. That's also when he started to change as well. You see, he was unusual. He acted strangely. He was bullied because of his brother Lucifer who was actually a pretty good kid, except that somehow he accidentally provoked a riot with the song "Riot" by Three Days Grace. It was actually pretty hilarious. Anyway, you came here to learn about Satin. He couldn't take the bullying anymore.

    He has dark black hair, like the kind of black in a very dark room. He also has deep violet eyes that have been known to turn an almost demon black when he gets irritated. He's average in height and surprisingly adorable. Well, I think he can be appealing at times.

     It begins like any other day, but it's sprinkling. Satin and I were walking home when James reveals his vulgar red-haired face and screams at the top of his lungs, "Oh, Satan! Where are you going? Huh?" "Ignore him, Satin," I said just as he yelled back, "Leave me alone, you imbecile!" James ran up and struck Satin in the face. Yeah, this happened a lot. But usually, Satin would haul me off of James and proceed to tell me, "That he's not worth it." But this time he joined in. Which disturbed me so much that I halted and hauled Satin off of James.

     Satin didn't come to school today, I guess he was sick or just didn't want to deal with James. I can't blame him if it's the latter. So, after school, I decided to pay him a visit.

    Satin's parents said he was fine. However, Satin wasn't okay. I could tell that something wrong because he was pale, well, paler than usual and he was sweating. He continued to freak out whenever I asked him what was wrong. Satin was having nightmares but would not tell me about it. "Satin, what's the matter?" He just glanced at the ground, refusing to answer. "Satin, you can trust me," I pleaded as I stooped down in front him. He sighed then looked at me, "You really want to know?" "Of course, Satin," I responded. He sighed again and proceeded to tell me what is the nightmare was about. It was about him having blood on his hands. I was lifeless at his feet with my throat ripped out. There was a man with a black cloak a couple feet away, who murmured, "Look what you've done, I knew what you were from the beginning. I could smell the blood. You were born to spill blood, boy."

    Satin woke up after that. When his parents came to get him up for school, he responded that he wasn't feeling great. So, out of concern for his health, they let him stay home. "I got your homework and your classwork. Which I guess is also technically homework for the day, if you want I can help you with it. Satin, are you okay?" I began to grow concerned because I thought he worried about the nightmare. I replied, "Don't worry about it, okay, after all, it was only a nightmare." But that didn't seem to comfort him at all. "Look, I think you should stay away from me for a while. I don't want you to get hurt." He glanced away and looked at the floor. I couldn't believe what Satin was saying. As a result, I started to scream and yell, "How could you say that Satin, after everything we've been through!? We promised that we would stick together, seriously what is wrong with you? So, you're just going to throw me to the curb like that after a nightmare!!!!" Well, he took all of it and just stood there dumbfounded. I screamed, "Are you going to answer me or stand there looking like an idiot, well?!" He walked over to me and enveloped me in a hug.

    My cheeks felt wet as if water were splashed on my face, and that's when I realized why he hugged me. I was crying and had been for a while now. I had never cried around Satin before so, now that I was, he knew he had done something wrong. He started to try and comfort me by saying he was sorry for what he said and that he didn't mean any of it. He just wanted to protect me. He kept telling me that we were friends.