The Girly Boy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
A cat's point of view of a young boy's suicide.

Submitted: June 02, 2012

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Shadow gripped the bark with curved claws, fur bristling from either paralyzing fear, or the wind tearing through the tree leaves. Autumn was fast approaching, and the overnight frosts had begun to suck the green from the leaves.

For what seemed to be an eternity the cat had been desperately hugging the branches, yet hours had passed and the ground was not coming any closer to his perch. He would have to climb down soon.

The sparrow that had been taunting him to follow earlier was now nowhere in sight. Shadow mewed pitifully. Stuck in a tree, without even a snack for his efforts.

Desperate now, Shadow wriggled further out onto the quivering tree limb, preparing to leap to the soft grass below, when a young boy trudging up the hill caught his eye. For a moment, the cat forgot about his misfortune.

Shadow knew this boy. He was the farmer’s son, a scrawny, sickly looking child of about fourteen. Sometimes he would feed Shadow scraps of his dinner when the cat decided to visit the farm. He was a kind, and quiet. Dark shocks of raven colored hair fell into his colorless eyes, but he seemed not to mind. In his hands he carried not food scraps, but a length of rope. What Shadow found odd about him though, was that today the raven-haired boy was wearing not a shirt and slacks, but a flowery pink dress with a violet sash tied around his flat chest.

The cat crept back onto his branch, cautious of this strange person.

Below, the boy collapsed, leaning into the rough trunk of the oak tree. He was shaking so hard every brittle leaf began to tremble in the air. Shadow hissed, but the whirling breeze snatched up his sound.

The raven-haired boy began fumbling with his rope, managing to knot it into strange shapes even through his violent sobbing. Then, with a hiccup, he stood shakily to his feet and tossed his rope high into the branches, just inches from Shadow. The cat leapt back, almost loosing his footing on his perch. Was the freak trying to kill him?

Above, the sparrow had returned, worms wriggling from her pointy beak. She hopped into her nest and began feeding her irritating little chicks. For once, Shadow didn’t care about those birds.

The boy stepped up onto a large rock near the tree, and tugged on his rope, making sure it was taut. He then slipped his small head into the loop he had knotted.

A long moment passed. The boy simply stood there, his chest heaving in and out. Getting antsy, Shadow began to look up again at the sparrow’s nest with longing. The father sparrow had returned now as well, and the entire family of birds was chirping like mad, pecking and poking each other lovingly.

A sudden noise brought the cat’s attention back down to the boy. It was another sob. He was now running his hands through his sweaty hair, hiccupping horribly. Then, he quieted for a moment. With a deep breath, the raven-haired boy suddenly sprung from the rock, arcing across the sky until the rope strained against the branch near Shadow. He uttered a sort of strangled choke when the rope pulled tight, but then was silent.

The autumn wind picked up again, fluttering through Shadow’s fur and blowing the boy’s dress up above his limp knees. His body swayed softly.

Now that the commotion seemed to be over, the cat mustered his courage and leapt from the tree, passing the strange boy on the way down. He landed with a thump on the ground, pain surging through his limbs. However, it was only a short fall, so Shadow picked himself up and began to make his way back to the farm, tail waving jauntily. He hoped he would get some food scraps.


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