The Story of Simon pt. I

Part I

Simon was a young boy a long while ago. He was a skinny lad with unfixed hair and his auntie would never miss out on a chance to tell him so. He accomplished what many only dreamed about. He was at the top of his game with school work. Every assignment came back to him marked with an A. He hung out with the right people, in the right places, and never did the wrong things. No drugs, no alcohol, no bad grades, no violations, just… no trouble. Yet, this is all anyway had seen. Simon was unhappy. It seems his story, even though it included many accomplishments, paralleled the tragic state of everyone else.

The hallways filled as the last bell rang. The multitude of students rejoiced over the conclusion of another hellish day of school, but Simon’s heart sank. He attempted to delay the end by hanging out with his friends in the school lobby after hours, but one by one they left until Simon eventually had to make his way home. The dread that filled his sole was unbearable. The further away from school he walked the more Simon wore away, until all that remained was fearful mass named Thomas.

As Thomas opened the door to the house he could already hear the screams and shouts from inside. Building up what little energy was left inside him, Thomas swiftly entered and jetted towards his quarters. It wasn’t long before the Scream reached Thomas’ isolated chamber. The damp room turned to ice as the Scream entered commanding him to work.

The Scream was terrifying almost three times the size of Thomas. No one stood up to the Scream without suffering severe consequences. Yet for months now, Thomas had been undermining the Scream, lashing back at him without him knowing. He had been plotting a way to escape the dominion of the Scream.

Thomas began his work and the Scream went to relax on his throne. It wasn’t the work that bothered him, or perhaps not even the Scream, there seemed to be something else bothering Thomas’.

After Thomas completed his daily requirements from the Scream, he slid into his moldy covers trying to rest before the next day. Sleep was nearly impossible, for the Scream entered his dreams each night waking him. What little rest Thomas got was uncomfortable; he woke every morning with a racing heart and sweaty brow. The whistle blew at dawn and Thomas, without delay, readied himself to be Simon again. But something was going to be different about this day. Simon had developed a plan to murder Thomas.

to be continued…