Young Writers Society

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Bone Boy”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs <33”. Enjoy!*

Once, there was a little boy named Theodore with curly black hair and bright blue eyes. He loved playing with his special, magical friend, Rosemary Rosina Rosalind, who had purple hair that bounced around her pink-polka dotted face, and mismatched blue and yellow eyes. Theodore liked that she looked like a crayon drawing, it made her fun!

His friends, Kelsey, Wendy, and Corey couldn’t see her, but that was alright. They could see the fairies! All four of them could see the fairies in the garden.

And they all promised to stay with the fairies forever.

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Years had passed since it happened. Theodore was no longer six, but sixteen. His friends were gone. The fairies took them. Rosemary was gone. She disappeared after that day.

All in one day, the fairies had grown claws and snatched up those dearest to him. Rosemary only protected him, and then she never came back. All in one day, the fairies that Theodore was fascinated with became pointed-tooth monsters, intent on eating away at life.

He was sitting on his bed in his room, twirling the hair of one of his dolls. Mother and father never liked the dolls, but they gave it to him anyway, declaring that he would “grow out of it”.

Just like Theodore was supposed to grow out of Rosemary. Just like Theodore was supposed to grow out of acting. Just like Theodore was supposed to marry the girl downstairs, Dolores, who dreamed of being a doctor.

He never knew who Dolores was until he met her. She was a kind girl with big dreams. Like him, her parents didn’t want her to pursue her dream career. Like him, her parents expected her to “grow out of it” and marry Theodore because he was the closest boy in the neighborhood.

He appreciated that Dolores didn’t chase him up the stairs, that she convinced everyone else to wait. If he was able to escape without getting noticed, then maybe he would write letters to Dolores, keep in touch with her as a friend.

Theodore stared out the window. All he had to do was jump. The green grass would cushion his fall, and then he would be off on his journey to be an actor.

“You’re a tricky one, aren’t you?” A woman’s voice asked mockingly.

Theodore jumped, facing the owner of the voice.

There was a tiny pink-haired fairy flying in the corner of his room, her yellow eyes glinting like the snakes he had to be careful not to step on in the forest. She winked at him and flew close to his eyes, her green and blue dress swishing about her like the flowers she wanted to kill.

“Evelyn? Why are you still here? I thought you were happy enough.” Theodore said glumly.

Wasn’t she already satisfied with killing his friends?

Evelyn’s lips distorted into a pout, and her yellow eyes rolled in annoyance.

“My siblings got to have all of the fun! Three fairies, three kids. It was perfect! I was supposed to kill you! To take you for sustenance.” Evelyn said.

She flew around his face, tapping one finger to her lips, as though she were deep in thought. Theodore tried to get up, but she would bop him on the head and he would be pushed back. For such a small creature, she had incomprehensible goliath strength.

“However, now that I think of it, killing you is too easy.” Evelyn mused.

Theodore tried to snatch her up, but she was zipping around him faster than his hands could move. Thick pink smoke encircled him, trapped him with the fairy.

Evelyn’s lips became lined with cracks, bits of her peach skin began to pale and peel off. Her pink hair started to wither to gray. Theodore felt his stomach churn in disgust at what she was becoming, but then, from her cracked lips, a song skittered out in a husky, decaying tone:

“Lost child, far from home

It is happiness that you want to call your own

Dreams are entwined with blooming flowers

But all flowers will fade

All friends will go

All magic will break

If it is joy you seek

Then let love bleed in your bones”

Evelyn was beginning to flush with color, her lips no longer cracked. But Theodore…

Theodore felt his skin ripping…ripping…he saw his body bleed…he felt his eyes go plop on the ground.

He could still see, but it wasn’t the same as before. All color was gone. There was only black, white, and gray. Evelyn was gone. Outside his bedroom door, he could hear Dolores frantically try to get everyone downstairs again. She didn’t want them to bother him, even after the minutes stretched on.

Theodore plopped onto the ground. He felt so thin, too thin. His inner bones were exposed to the world, thanks to Evelyn.

But he still felt his heart beating, proof that he was alive. All he had to do was find Evelyn and make her change him back. Force her to give him his life back.

Plop.

He felt his heart sink out of his chest and watched as it rolled onto the floor, red and bloody, then blackened to dust.

Theodore paused for a moment.

His friends were gone.

Rosemary was gone.

Evelyn was gone.

Color was gone.

Even his life was gone.

But was it ever his life to begin with? The adults were the ones making the decisions, the adults were the ones deciding his fate. Did he ever have a chance at acting, or was he destined to marry Dolores?

Maybe Dolores will get her happy ending. Theodore thought grimly to himself as he climbed out of his open window.

For though he wasn’t dead, he wasn’t quite alive, either. He was in-between, unable to breathe, unable to rest.

Already, Theodore could see blowflies eager to eat what little shreds of meat he had left in his body. Soon, the maggots would come, and he’d have to treat them as friends, for how else would he be able to accept it?

No more fairy world. No more dreams. No more colors.

Just his bones and the bugs, all for eternity.