come to know

"Surrender to us", "Give in", "Join us", "You know you don't like it where you are", "We know you can't take much more". The voices call to him. Whispering as though they travel slowly with the light breeze that brushes his face. He knows what they are, although he can never see them clearly. He doubts that he would be able to see anything clearly on such a dark night anyway. The night is completely silent spare the voices and the gentle rustling of leaves in the light breeze. He takes a few slow tentative steps into the breeze, towards the voices, down the road, towards the park. and by the second telegraph poll he sees someone. another boy, not a very old one, a teenage boy, although he can not see him clearly he feels he should know him, or come to know him. although he was not there a second ago his sudden appearance seems somehow natural and normal as though he had been there the whole time and simply stepped from a blind spot. his pants are the colour of the dark night and his shirt plain dark blue, his hair an undistinguishable colour hasn't been brushed in a while. and then he is gone as smoothly and quickly as he had come, seeming to walk into nothingness. intreged he walks towards the poll and as he brushes his fingertips over it he looks left to a small clump of tree's. he follows the air to the middle of the clump where he can no longer find what he was following. he sits leaning against a tree. he closes his eyes and rests his head on his knee hopeing to loose his tourmenting thaughts. unable to do so he looks upwards, and his breath catches in his throught. the light colour of the rope makes the noose contrast greatly with the dark tree's behind it. there is nothing hanging from it but its presence almost above him disturbs him greatly. his breath catches up with him and nomatter how much he wishes to run and forget the night he knows it cant work that way. he climbs the treee and climbs out onto the branch, tears fill his eyes as he thinks of all those lost, victoms to the harshness of life. his hands shake as he unties the tight knot from the tree and watches the noose fall, an d as it hits the ground he feels as though some tiny piece of his heart has been set free. he feels just as alone and confused and upset and exausted as he did before, but he also feels that now he will be able to sleep.