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The Note

A short story in the form of a poem.

By Davie TrucePublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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The note stared me in my face

“Get out now, while you still can”

I let the words set in like a stone

And looked up, wondering the boy’s plan

“What is this for?” I interrogated.

Hoping that he would tell me

But he acted like he couldn’t hear

So, for a while, I let him be

The school bell rang and all of us rushed

Home was the only thing on everyone’s mind

The boy was the only one who stayed in his seat

His dark coal eyes, resembling something the opposite of kind

I marched up to his seat and stared him down

Hoping to intimidate him, but to no avail

“What do you want?” His voice rumbled

“That’s my line!” I said to the male

He rose from his seat and kept rising

Till he towered over me like some giant

I backed away from him, a little daunted

But he stopped me from moving, defiant

Is he gonna hurt me? I thought to myself

I took a step back, “What was that note about?”

He gave me a serious look, “You’re in danger.”

“What?” I laughed, my mind filled with doubt

He slammed his fist on his desk, “It’s not a joke!”

The yell was so loud that my knees shook

He steadied me and asked, “Do you know who I am?”

I was still dazed and confused. I gave him a look

His gaze softened, “You don’t remember me?”

I shook my head, still frightened, “No.”

His sigh made the tension go away a little

He stared at the ground until my curiosity began to grow

I looked him in the eye. “From where do I know you?”

He stared at me for a moment, as if he was starting to reminisce

Then he began to lift his shirt, I shrieked and covered my eyes

He chuckled and said, “Do you remember this?”

I looked up at him and stared at where he was pointing

“That scar.” I gasped at the mark on his side

“You were the boy who saved me all those years ago?”

He nodded, as I shook my head, “But I thought you had died.”

He looked at the ground. “They would never kill me.”

I wanted answers bad, “So, why did they go after me?”

He gave me a look, “Revenge.” I was confused

“But why?” His look was sorrowful, “You’ll see.”

I was scared again. “How do you even know all this?”

He looked around and paced the room casually

I asked again, louder this time, “How?”

He gave me a look. “Because they’re my family.”

“Your family? They were the ones who did that?”

He nodded. “Those people. They’re after you again.”

He walked closer to me. “That’s why I gave you that note.”

Then he gave an evil grin. “Get out now...while you still can.”

surreal poetry
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Davie Truce

A college student that loves to read and write.

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