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You're walking down the street to school, like you do every day. You don't look at that boy anymore, atleast, not more than a glance. He doesn't bother you anymore either. You're passing him when a man, a little ways away, reaches in his pocket. This would be meaningless, except that the boy's head snaps up, eyes focusing on him. He grabs his phone just as the man pulls out a gun and points it at him. Now, of course, this is the part where your heart drops and you realise you've had a crush on this boy all along and you can't live without him and you have to do anything, even sacrificing your life, to save him. You lunge desperately out of the way, ducking behind a trash can, your mind racing. Aw hell no, you ain't saving that boy. He's a jerk and a bully and, although you don't want him dead, he's definately not worth your own life. Nope. If it's between you and him, it's gotta be you. Gun shots go off. People scream. You hear the boy shout, "DAD! THEY'RE COMING- AGH!" You peek out to see the phone fall to the ground, the boy ducking down the ally, clutching his bloody hand. The man chases after him. You collapse against the wall, gasping. You didnt do any running, but you're suddenly out of breath. Gunshots echo off the walls of the ally. Your curiosity is piqued, but you don't move, your life is more important than knowing what's going on right now. You can drag it out of that boy later. If he survives.....
The next day Boston told his psychologist that he had been trying to commit suicide and that he didn’t know why. The session lasted an hour and he answered all the questions with lies, making it sound like he had done everything to himself. When the psychologist pointed out that he had said the exact opposite before, Boston responded with, “I don’t want my parents to know. This IS confidential right?”
When Boston was sixteen, his parents decided to move. They told him that they were hoping a change in scenery would help him. There was a very good psychologist out around where they were moving. He could start a new life and live happily. Boston flat out refused to move. He was sixteen and strong enough that they couldn’t drag him forcefully out of the house. The only thing they would be able to do would be to call the authorities. At that thought, he ran to his room, confiding in the maid. When she heard the news, she immediately burst into tears. She didn’t want to be alone. Boston was her only friend, the only one that would pay any attention to her. They had grown close. How could he leave her? Boston reassured her that he wasn’t going anywhere. They would come up with something. That night was a restless one.