Why Should I Help?

They don’t understand. They never have and they certainly never will. I would surely try to let them know, but I am afraid myself. I do not have what it takes to be a part of their horror. They are weak and only have words to back them up. I know for a fact they all breathe wisps of fire. Their words are shards of glass I can so easily cut myself on when I dwell for too long. But they don’t notice. They are oblivious to all that surrounds them. If only they knew...

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I aimlessly walk for hours on end. The forest is dead of life and the only presence above me is a small singing bird. I know I am alone. I always have been. Sometimes, I wonder what it is like to be in the presence of another. How does it feel to find comfort in the eyes of the one beside you?

Contrasting hues of blue and pink illuminate the sky, signifying that dusk is nearing. This worries me. I have a goal that I so desperately need to reach. I cannot return without having gained the cruelness and drive similar to one of them. I am not accepted the way I am. So I decide I must continue searching.

Ahead is another flock of the beautiful red birds. Amongst the towering trees I am able to point out more and more of them. They give me a sense of comfort. Maybe I wasn’t alone. But that sliver of hope does not stay with me for long.

A pathway has been cleared by countless footsteps. A blanket of leaves conceals the ground, making subtle crunching noises as I step over it. I am restless now. Perhaps I should just give up. I’ll never reach the royalty they are. I can’t keep thinking that there is even the slightest chance of success because there really isn’t. I can’t go on. Stupid am I to think they would even look at me differently. They are fools, but I am no diff...

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...t is them. No…

The world goes quiet for only a brief moment. Shrieks quickly fill my ears again and I am relieved. They’re still alive. I crawl back to the edge and see them slowly but surely making their way up. Only seconds later, I am overwhelmed with hugs and words that have a nice ring to them. There seems to have been a shift in personality. They’re speaking to me…

Perhaps helping others despite the past does have its benefits. Maybe now I will no longer worry about who I’m going to talk to during the day or if I’ll even have a conversation. It’s pleasant to think I can finally have a friend or two.

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They are still ignorant and they are still foolish, but I too am like them. Even so, every little while they do let some awful words slip out. However, they now are quick to forgive. Their flaws make them flawless. After all, we’re all simply here to learn.