The Boy

I watched the boy more closely and could tell by his movements that something was wrong. His feet dragged as he walked and his eyes remained glued to the ground.  I felt drawn to him for some odd reason which I cannot explain. I decided to introduce myself to the boy and see what I could gather from the encounter.

As I stood up from my porch and started to head in his direction, no sooner had I taken a single step did the boy whip his head in my direction only to run off into the distance.  How was he able to sense my subtle movements?  What troubled me the most was the look of terror in his eyes. It wasn’t just terror, though. For that brief moment when our eyes met I felt as if I had been introduced into a small but vast universe of commotion, emotion, and flashing lights.  But as soon as it started it was over, and all I saw was the boy’s figure moving further and further away from me.

Something in his eyes had seemed to be saying, “Please, help me!” Yet at the same time they sent a silent cry of, “STAY AWAY! It’s not safe!” Naturally, I was drawn to the idea of listening to the first message.  That boy needed help.  I didn’t know why.  I didn’t know how I’d help. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.