literally a 1 minute doodle just to put up with this story XD

story by me

WARNING; suicide, emo, death I DO NOT WANT FLAME

Black Bird

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his name is...was zackaria and there he lie in that box lowering slowly into the freshly dug trench that they try to pass off as tradition. but really it was just throwing dirt on someone .. out of sight out of mind? maybe. well thats what zackaria thought..

we're getting ahead of orselves arnt we, starting at the end. why dont we start from the middle then work our way back.

the bell rings and teenagers poor into the classroom or mrs. birk's homeroom class, she'd never been a very patient woman but what teacher really is when they work at a highschool? the bell stopped ringing and mrs. birk started to take attendance, "miller?" she always used last names she always said first names were too informal "here" kelly miller called from the back row third from the left. "samuals" "here came from the desk directly infront of her. this is where things started to go downhill. "lancing?" nothing. she looked up "lancing." more sternly said but still nothing. "guess hes absent." she scribbled on the attendance sheet then went on. "cha--" the door slammed open and in ran a boy about 5'6 wearing a jack skelington shirt with black jeans and a black and red skelanimal hoodie. "your late." mrs birk growled out stating the obvious. "i know ma'am" he said as he sat at his desk by the window in the back row far right. "where were you." she growled again. "the gym." "and why were you in the gym?" "no reason ma'am" he looked down at his bag and pulled out his binder laying it on the desk. "dont let it happen again lancing." she erased the scribbles on the paper by zackaria's name and continued on calling out names. zackaria laied his head on his binder looking out the window at the blackbirds on the tree branch. "i wish i could be like you." he whisperd toward the window. a paper was shoved in his face from the boy infront of him. he only had a few friends in this school and none of them were in any of his classes. looking back out the window he whisperd again "i wish i could be like you.."

at lunch zackaria sat alone at a table in the back writing in his journal. he was in his own little world until.
the book was snatched away from him by an older guy in the school that always picked on zackaria, his name is luke drason, in a mocking tone he started reading the journal out loud "oh how i wish to be a black bird, journal. taking flight and never caring where im going. no worries no cares..no pain or sorrow.." zackaria stood up and reached for it "give it back luke!" holding it abover zackaria's head he taunted him "why should i?" zackaria sat back down staring at the table and biting his lip. luke threw the book at him "here dont have a fit." him and his friends laughed and walked away. zackaria picked the journal and his bag up and ran out of the cafeterria to the gym, sitting under the bleachers he sobbed silently thinking about luke reading his journal to those people who would taunt him more about it. he opend the book looking at a picture of him with his pet bird, noctem. "i wish..i could be like you..."

that night zackaria was online surfing the web for something to do when he ran accross an artical about reancarnation. "reancarnation is the study of being born again, as a human, a plant, or even an animal.." smiling he sat back and looked at noctem sleeping in his cage "maybe i will be like you someday.."
he laied on his bed and pulled out his journal staring at it thinking about earliar that day, he didn't want to go back, but he was only a sophmore so he'd have to. thinking of the ridicule and the pain he'd be going through the next three years he began to cry, the tears runing down his cheeks and driping onto his sheets silently. "i cant do it noctem.." he sat up looking at the floor, his tears changing direction and dripping onto the floor forming a small pool on the hardwood.

the next day zackaria went to school and staied silent. at lunch he went to the library and got on the computer looking up more about reancarnation when he came accross one artical that sparked his interest. "reancarnation can also be means of redoing whats gone wrong by resetting a life back to square one." looking down at his trembling hands he knew what he was going to do, he just didn't know if he could or how he'd do it.

at home he stood in his bathroom staring at himself in his mirror, "goodbye zackaria.." he spoke then looked at his bird standing on the shower rail "goodbye noctem" he kissed the birds head softly and began to cry "maybe we'll see each other on the other side.." he stroked the birds feathers one last time then turned to the sink where he had several pill bottles, picking them up one by one he emptied the contents into his hand, once he had a handful he looked at the diffrent colors of all the pills. he lifted his hand and poured them all into his open mouth then washed them down with a glass of water. zackaria looked into the mirror and stared, the room started spining slowly, the colors changed, his heart and stomach started to hurt, he started coughing then finally he fell over and started shaking.

they found zackaria the next morning when they went to get him for school. his mother held his body crying, his father yelled how stupid that was too hide the pain he felt.

he was buried on a saturday. it was nothing but grey clouds, and as they lowerd him into the trench it started to rain, his mother, father, and friends looked up when a giant crash of thunder sounded and what looked like a million black birds flew from the trees. they all smiled softly as there tears mixed with the rain and they said a final good bye to zackaria and sent it off with the black birds.

his mom released noctem outside zackaria's window so they could be togather.

how do i know this story? if you havn't found out by now who i am then i guess ill have to tell it again.

"his name is...was zackaria and there he lie in that box ...."

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