The dead boy and the pushover by Anonymous Ace https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s 🤷 en-us 2022-05-16 16:48:12 UTC 2022-09-09 17:50:03 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/1495354919/14e4abf79904b276541ddfe940fbc99a/EFD55821_EC8C_4491_9A02_97372CF280F1.png The dead boy and the pushover AnonymousAce https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2186071724 Willow was walking home one night after getting into another fight. His nose was broken and dripping blood on the sidewalk, his eyes watery with hot tears and the countless bruises painted his skin purple and black. He cursed at all of the kids that decided he was an easy target. In all honesty, he was an easy target, but he was also a fighter. No matter how many times he got punched, kicked, stabbed, he fought back. 
“I hate it here. I hate this stupid neighborhood. I hate everyone here.. they can all die for all I fucking care.” He didn’t bother wiping his nose and let the blood spill, he didn’t care about getting jumped for looking scrawny and weak. He didn’t care about the boy crying next to a grave. Wait what? Willow looked over and saw a boy, tears streaming down his cheeks and spilling over the dead grass he was sitting on. Willow figured he was crying over a dead dog or something stupid so he kept walking. The boy was hunched over and gasping for air it was getting on Willow’s nerves. He sighed and walked over to the boy standing right behind him. “Hey kid, shut up will you? I just got into a fight and don’t need to here some losers stupid whining over a dead pet.” Willow muttered. The boy flinched and slowly turned to face Willow. His skin was pale and his hair was white as a ghost, he didn’t have any pupils and he had blue horns. Wait a minute..horns and no pupils? Willow stared wide-eyed at the boy. The boy slowly stood up and faced Willow. “I’m.. I’m s-sorry..” he whispered. Willow scoffed. “Yeah you better be sorry, I live around here and I don’t want to hear your pathetic sobbing over nothing so shut up.” The boy wiped his teary eyes and looked somewhat confused. “You said animal..? I- Well.. That’s not why I’m c-crying.. I don’t even have a p-pet..” 
Willow hummed, dismissing the boys abnormal appearance. “Okay so why the hell are you making so much noise?” The boy sniffled and turned back to the grave, he pointed at the name on it. Willow stepped forward so he could get a better look at the grave. “Claude Keith, a lovable boy who died at the age of thirteen. May his soul Rest In Peace.” Willow read out loud and hummed. “So what, that was your friend or some shit?” The boy shook his head. “No.. That boy.. That’s me. I’m.. I’m d-dead.” Willow looked at the boy in disbelief. “You liar, that’s not you.” The boys eyes began to fill with tears and he began sobbing again. “I’m dead i-I’m dead! I can’t.. I can’t even touch anything and- and I can’t go b-back home!!” He sat on the dead grass and began kicking his feet at the grave. “I’m d-dead I’m dead!!” Willow backed away with widened eyes. “You’re actually.. dead?” He asked, confused and in disbelief. “What.. d- does it f-fucking look like?!” Claude shouted at him, his face was stained with hot tears and he looked frustrated. “..What the fuck did you just say to me..” Claude slapped a hand over his mouth and he gasped. “I’m.. im so s-sorry.. I just.. you didn’t b-believe me a-an- ?!” Willow scuffed the collar of Claude’s shirt. He picked him up by it and reached his hand into his pocket. “Repeat what you just spat at me dead boy.” Claude kicked his feet, trying to free himself from Willow’s grasp. “Pl-please I’m sorry I’m S-so sorry! Please let- let me go!!” Willow took out a pocket knife, switching the blade and pointing it at Claude. “Repeat what you just spat at me.. or else.” Claude stopped struggling and looked at Willow. “I’m dead.. you can’t - you.. How are you grabbing m-my shirt..?” Willow flipped the blade and placed it back into his pocket. “What?” Claude reached out and tried to place a hand on Willow’s head. Willow snatched Claude by the wrist and growled. “Don’t fucking touch me without permission, brat.” Claude’s pupil-less eyes widened. “Y-you’re touching me.. you can touch me?! Am I not dead? Am I a-alive?!” Willow scoffed and dropped Claude harshly onto the pavement. “A-ah.. That really hurt..” Willow crossed his arms. “And?” Claude looked up at him. “It hurt.. I felt s-something! What if I’m not d-dead after all?” Willow rolled his eyes and was about to walk away when Claude reached out and grabbed his wrist. Willow glared at the dead boy. “T-thank you.. I have hope that I’m n-not dead after all!” Willow yanked back his arm and looked away. “Okay? Just don’t let me hear you bitching about that stupid grave anymore.” Claude smiled at Willow and nodded, the tears were completely gone. “B-bye..!” Willow started heading back home. “What a nut job.” He muttered to himself.
]]> 2022-05-16 16:49:20 UTC https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2186071724 The dead boy and the pushover (PT2) AnonymousAce https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2186113277 It’s been a few days since the incident with the ghost boy occurred, in all honesty I tell myself it was all a dream but nope. I see his grave everyday now, it has the same words and everything on it. I haven’t heard a peep out of him nor have I seen him. I didn’t really care all too much because I didn’t consider him a friend or anything, he was just some weird kid I saw that claimed he died, and I believed him. Ya know the saying ‘stranger danger’? Yeah, it’s pretty stupid when you can get jumped for minding your own business. Luckily for everyone living around my neighborhood I’m nice enough to not jump anyone I see. That’s what I kept telling myself to do, play nice and not start any fights. Maybe they’ll fuck off if they see you minding your own business. Nope, I was wrong so many times and continued to lie to myself. It’s fine, yeah, it’s fine when I get jumped, kicked, beaten, when I’m on deaths doorstep. Yeah it’s okay, I’m used to it. Despite getting jumped a second time I pushed through, this time was a bit different though. Well, it was really different. 
[-Switching POV-]
Willow was pinned up against a pole. He’d gotten jumped before and knew they wouldn’t go easy on him. He’s a sixteen year old boy who looked twelve. Despite that fact he could put up a fight if things got out of hand. The two boys holding his arms waited on the leaders orders. “Okay we’ve got him, now what?” One asked. “Just make sure he doesn’t get away.” The leader muttered. “Can you loons hurry up and beat me already? I don’t have time for this shit.” Willow groaned, pulling at his arms and trying to free himself. The leader slammed a hand onto Willow’s chest, holding him in place. “Ughh.. enough fucking around fellas. Here, punch me wherever you’d like and kindly piss OfF-” The leader kneed Willow in the stomach, he tried to drop to the ground but the two loons holding his arms prevented him from dropping down. Instead, his legs slumped and his head dropped as he wheezed for air. “Just.. do it already. You don’t have to fucking torture me like.. this.” He spoke in between gasps and wheezes. The leader chuckled and took out Willow’s pocket knife. “H-Hey! Give me my shit back! That doesn’t belong to you so let it go- !” He got kneed again. “God.. fuckin.. Stop doing t-that.” Willow gave up, letting his whole body slump. The leader switched the blade out and grabbed ahold of Willow’s hair. “Boys shouldn’t have hair that long you know, it makes you look like a girl. Better yet, it makes you look gay. Is that what we should call you? Gay?” He grunted and tried to move his head away from the leader. It was obvious his attempts were getting him nowhere. “What do you want from me.. whatever you want, take it and go. I need my switchblade back. That’s the only thing you can’t take from me.. You got that?” The leader hummed, tapped the blade on a fistful of Willow’s hair. “How about a haircut, you need one anyways right?” “Leave my hair alone. Just let me go..” “you did say I could take whatever I wanted righttt?” The leader cooed. Willow sighed and fell on his knees, tears were beginning to fill his eyes. He shook his head so his bangs covered his eyes. “Fine. Do it. Cut my hair. Shave it, do whatever you want with it. Just leave me the fuck alone.” He muttered, voice shaky and clear he was stressed. The leader took the switchblade and stuffed it into his pocket. “Why do you sound like that? Damn, are you actually scared of me? Fucking wimp.” No response. The leader let go of his hair and the two loons let him go. Willow stayed there, the tears finally spilling as the leader kicked him in the head and ran off. He had lost his only weapon used for defense, his head was bleeding and he was sore all over. He sat there for a moment, wishing he’d done something to prevent them from stealing his weapon. A minute or so passed and he stood up, his head was bleeding and soaking his hair. He kept looking down, not wanting anyone else to cause him anymore harm and see his tear-stained face. He stumbled all the way back to his house. He saw the grave, he saw the ghost boy.]]> 2022-05-16 17:14:39 UTC https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2186113277 Aw man you didn’t even pay me back my 2 dollars bitch. And you didn’t say goodbye AnonymousAce https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2201274860 2022-05-26 19:19:04 UTC https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2201274860 Awh. I’m sorry:( I forgot you weren’t gonna be here next year:( we can hang out in the summer I guess. I forgot about the 2dollars🙈 but u have been a good friend to me I will miss u next year. Lmao I guess I’m saying goodbye now. I will cherish our friendship dxvil https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2201326694 2022-05-26 20:28:36 UTC https://padlet.com/AnonymousAce/xur6qcyrjcle391s/wish/2201326694