Random Short Stories

A painful mistake

"I-I don't know him."

Those words just stabbed me right through the heart.

I was called a thief and shoved out of the mansion.

I felt pain.

Pain as I was kicked and punched all over.

Pain as I heard a bone snap.

Pain as I blankly stared at the boy by the kitchen door, pleading him to save me. He did not. All he did was stand at his corner and watch me with absolute horror in his eyes.

I had been a good person all this while. I never talked back to my elders. I never stole. I never harmed any animal that came my way. So why? What did I do to deserve all this treatment?

All I did was befriend someone who was out of my league.

Maybe that was it. My mistake.

I never should have accepted his offer of food. I never should have agreed to visit his house when he invited me. I never should have hung out by the gate at 10am everyday, waiting for him to come. I never should have responded when he called out to me the first time.

There were so many things I never should have done.

Things that led me to where I was now.

Beaten and kicked. Brutally tortured.

All because I took pity on a lonely boy.

The beating drew to a stop. One of the men gave me a hard kick to my gut and everyone snickered. Then, they turned around and left.

I was a heap of the ground. Arms and legs covered in dirt from their shoes and ground alike.

I could barely move. I stretched out an arm, only to feel a jolt of pain shoot right through me.

Everything looked blur. Maybe it was the tears in my eyes. Or maybe it was that kick delievered to my eye.

The boy by the door finally moved and ran over to me, repeatedly asking "Are you ok?"

Mock concern it was I reckoned. All I could muster was a soft bitter laugh.

"...dress your wounds." He mumbled, running inside the house.

I had to get up and get out of here. Before another gang of people approach me and mistake me as a trespasser or a thief on this oh-so-precious private property.

I tried. I attempted. But as I painstakingly crawled up to my feet, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground again.

The boy came back out and found me. I wouldn't have known if it was not for the hurried but light pitter patter of his footsteps. My vision was dark in one eye and in the other horribly blurred due to tears of helplessness.

Despair I felt. Sitting on the ground, nearly paralysed.

The boy touched me. Instinctively, I flinched and backed away.

"It must hurt a lot. I'm sorry. I really am."

"I-don't need your fa-ke ssympathy..."

"It's not sympathy. It's concern for a friend."

"Ffriend? A-fter wha-ou caused?" My sudden outburst was rewarded with a stinging pain in my mouth. I hissed in pain.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

I felt a warm wet cloth get pressed on my skin.

"G-go a-wa-y. I'm dirte. Iff tey find the clof yu'll say I s-ole it."

"I'm sorry. I really am." He kept apologising as he gingerly wiped the cloth across my skin.

I groaned as he exerted too much force on an area with chafed skin.

I could hear a slight panic in his voice and fumbling (of a medicine box?).

"Bear with it for abit." I hissed once again as a cool liquid was dripped on my skin, causing the pain from my wounds to amplify by the thousands.

Then darkness.