It was a dark evening in a dirty New York City bar. Finny had no idea how he had gotten here, and went to ask someone where he was. However, nobody seemed to be able to hear him. Eventually, an earnest boy around his age heard him and frantically ran over to him.
“Where am I?” he inquired, “I have no idea how I got here! Nobody can hear me!” he exclaimed.
Finny sighed, “I wish I knew. We can only hear each other, and it seems as if everybody else in this joint is living in another dimension” he pondered. “To be stuck in a bar and unable to even ask for a drink? I must be in hell!” Finny half-joked, and was terrified that his statement held some truth.
The other boy chuckled, and his smile quickly fell into a half-frown “Well, it seems as if …show more content…
“Okay, Neil. So you’re not dead. Tell me what the last thing you remember is.”
Neil knitted his brows together, “I went to perform in my play. I went home with my dad, and he yelled at me as usual. I meant to go to bed, but I went to his study....”
“And you died?” Finny asked, surprisingly nonchalantly.
Neil shook his head, still doubtful “I think I remember just falling asleep on his desk. I remember a gun… I guess I could have, but I still can’t remember how.”
Finny explained “My memory’s pretty fuzzy, but I was sick as a dog for months. Not that I ever wanted to die, but my stupid decisions did leave me crippled, so maybe it was better to die?”
“What do you mean your ‘stupid decisions’? And I still don’t get how your school broke up your friendship...” Neil …show more content…
You said part of it yourself, but it’s not just about teachers. My English teacher was the best guy I’ve ever known. It’s our parents too-- my dad, he could never truly listen to anything I had to say. I had to defy him to be true to myself. ‘Acting’s everything to me… He’s never asked me what I want,” (Dead Poets Society). Everybody who knew me knew that.” Neil paused for a moment as his memories flooded back “Now I remember... he may not have physically forced that gun to my head, but he killed me. He killed my spirit, at least.”
Neil and Finny fell utterly silent for several minutes afterwards. Eventually, their attentions turned to the boy of their age that they had noticed earlier. They both seemed to naturally focus on this boy.
“Maybe we’re his guardian angels…” Finny
“Where am I?” he inquired, “I have no idea how I got here! Nobody can hear me!” he exclaimed.
Finny sighed, “I wish I knew. We can only hear each other, and it seems as if everybody else in this joint is living in another dimension” he pondered. “To be stuck in a bar and unable to even ask for a drink? I must be in hell!” Finny half-joked, and was terrified that his statement held some truth.
The other boy chuckled, and his smile quickly fell into a half-frown “Well, it seems as if …show more content…
“Okay, Neil. So you’re not dead. Tell me what the last thing you remember is.”
Neil knitted his brows together, “I went to perform in my play. I went home with my dad, and he yelled at me as usual. I meant to go to bed, but I went to his study....”
“And you died?” Finny asked, surprisingly nonchalantly.
Neil shook his head, still doubtful “I think I remember just falling asleep on his desk. I remember a gun… I guess I could have, but I still can’t remember how.”
Finny explained “My memory’s pretty fuzzy, but I was sick as a dog for months. Not that I ever wanted to die, but my stupid decisions did leave me crippled, so maybe it was better to die?”
“What do you mean your ‘stupid decisions’? And I still don’t get how your school broke up your friendship...” Neil …show more content…
You said part of it yourself, but it’s not just about teachers. My English teacher was the best guy I’ve ever known. It’s our parents too-- my dad, he could never truly listen to anything I had to say. I had to defy him to be true to myself. ‘Acting’s everything to me… He’s never asked me what I want,” (Dead Poets Society). Everybody who knew me knew that.” Neil paused for a moment as his memories flooded back “Now I remember... he may not have physically forced that gun to my head, but he killed me. He killed my spirit, at least.”
Neil and Finny fell utterly silent for several minutes afterwards. Eventually, their attentions turned to the boy of their age that they had noticed earlier. They both seemed to naturally focus on this boy.
“Maybe we’re his guardian angels…” Finny