the weird kid in our biology class that understood me

"hi."

"i've gone to school with you for years and you've never talked to me. why now?"

"i just need someone to talk to."

"why me?"

"because no one else seems to listen. no one else seems to understand. it's like they don't have ears."

"listen? understand what?"

"i'm sad."

"everyone's sad."

"no. i'm sad. like really sad. i don't know what's wrong with me. i've tried to talk about it...it's hard."

"i know. how do you think i feel?"

"huh?"

"everyone points at me. mocks me. laughs at me. how do you think i feel? you don't even know half of it."

"i get it.."

"god, honestly. you don't. you didn't half to live with that for years."

pause.

"i'm sorry...i didn't know..."

"you didn't know, you didn't know. that's no excuse. you could be standing right next to a person that got their heart broken that day. you could pass by someone in the halls who's hurting real bad. you could be talking to someone who's hanging on by one last thread and you wouldn't care. you're predictable. selfish. the same as everyone else."

pause.

"you didn't have to live with that kind of sad...you didn't..."

and just like that, the kid from our biology class walked away. he didn't talk to me for the rest of the year. he didn't even look at me. after that school year, i never saw him again.