To anyone who has been the subject of bullying, has felt like they’re different, or has felt completely alone, I wrote this for you…EVERYBODY has value
An exerpt taken from the story RED
‘…He felt the warmth of her on his shoulder. Her hand was resting there.
“Would you like a Strawberry? I have many, look…”
He kept his head down, but she lent over and smiled.
“They are the best strawberries in the world- I promise”
He tilted his head ever so slightly, and gazed at her kind expression. His face turned sour as he dispelled the contents of his mouth. Blood, tears, dirt, despair.
She was a little older than him. Sixteen maybe.
He took a strawberry and examined it carefully before devouring it’s sweetness.
‘Thank you”-He whispered, as he proceeded to stare at the bloodied pool he’d created at the foot of his boots.
“You know…” She said quietly;
“Only the strongest soldiers are given the toughest jobs”
She handed him a tissue and he took it to his mouth in deathly silence.
“Look at your blood.”
“Pardon?” he questioned.
“Your blood…It’s RED”
This time, he lifted his head and looked her in the eyes—–Oh God, she was not from this earth. Just another person to love and lose, he thought.
She took the tissue and dabbed his lip gently.
“When life gives you lemons, always remember…your blood is RED”
He nodded, and held his gaze, giving her his full attention.
“…and as long as your blood is red, it means there’s oxygen it it…
and as long as there’s oxygen in it, it means you are breathing…
and as long as you are breathing, it means you are alive…
and as long as you’re alive, you must fight.
You must fight, for your right to live.
When you are dead, your blood is blue…
but YOUR blood is RED, just like these Strawberries.
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