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A boy is sitting on a stump, leaning his back onto the tree right next to it. His eyes are lazy, his position lax, his left hand loosely holding an empty bottle, covering up the name. His hair a mess from leaves and wind, showing he had been sitting there for quite a while.

A girl who had gone bald from cancer appeared before him and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

The bottle in the boys hand slid a little, however, not enough to be a noticeable difference.

An old war veteran, missing one arm and a foot and using a crutch to stand, appeared beside the girl and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

Again, the bottle slides down the boys hand lightly.

A man, who had lost his job, house, and family, appeared beside the other two and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

This time the bottle almost fell from his fingers, but a tear on the wrapper caught his scratched fingernail.

A bullied and abused kid appeared beside the three and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

The rip holding the bottle to the boy's finger opens wider and the bottle falls to the ground. His eyes close.

A boy and a girl appear in the distance of the forest, running in the general direction. Huffing and puffing, they search frantically for him. The girl spies a boy leaning against a tree, sitting on a stump a little ways away and points towards him. Both of them start saying a name quietly, moving closer and closer to the boy. They walk through the four visions and they disappear just as suddenly as they had appeared. The two people never saw the visions, for they weren't there for them.

The girl notices the bottle in the leaves and bends over to pick it up. "Oh no... he didn't...."

The boy responds "He did."

She stands up and chucks the bottle at a tree, where upon impact it shatters. She begins to cry and runs in the direction that she had come from. The boy sullenly watches her run, and then turns toward the corpse on the stump. Alone, with no one to see him cry, he opens up. Crying, hurting, he falls to his knees and wonders what the hell went wrong in the life of this boy who had everything a normal kid should want. The boy on the stump didn't even know that answer.

And neither do I.

Description
A boy is sitting on a stump, leaning his back onto the tree right next to it. His eyes are lazy, his position lax, his left hand loosely holding an empty bottle, covering up the name. His hair a mess from leaves and wind, showing he had been sitting there for quite a while.

A girl who had gone bald from cancer appeared before him and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

The bottle in the boys hand slid a little, however, not enough to be a noticeable difference.

An old war veteran, missing one arm and a foot and using a crutch to stand, appeared beside the girl and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

Again, the bottle slides down the boys hand lightly.

A man, who had lost his job, house, and family, appeared beside the other two and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

This time the bottle almost fell from his fingers, but a tear on the wrapper caught his scratched fingernail.

A bullied and abused kid appeared beside the three and asked "Why are you sitting there?"

The rip holding the bottle to the boy's finger opens wider and the bottle falls to the ground. His eyes close.

A boy and a girl appear in the distance of the forest, running in the general direction. Huffing and puffing, they search frantically for him. The girl spies a boy leaning against a tree, sitting on a stump a little ways away and points towards him. Both of them start saying a name quietly, moving closer and closer to the boy. They walk through the four visions and they disappear just as suddenly as they had appeared. The two people never saw the visions, for they weren't there for them.

The girl notices the bottle in the leaves and bends over to pick it up. "Oh no... he didn't...."

The boy responds "He did."

She stands up and chucks the bottle at a tree, where upon impact it shatters. She begins to cry and runs in the direction that she had come from. The boy sullenly watches her run, and then turns toward the corpse on the stump. Alone, with no one to see him cry, he opens up. Crying, hurting, he falls to his knees and wonders what the hell went wrong in the life of this boy who had everything a normal kid should want. The boy on the stump didn't even know that answer.

And neither do I.