Atention to Detail: A story of Good Will

In honor of Christmas and other Holidays celebrated in winter, I've decided to post a four part short story of Good Will. The story will be told from two points of view. I'm also considering making a series of Good Will Stories much like this one and Smile at a Stranger. Let me know what you think. Please do not post untill the very end, and I hope you enjoy the story.

Attention to Detail
A Story of Good Will

Part One

We all know that kid in school who isn't quite normal. The kid who eats by himself at lunch, doesn't talk much. You know, the kid who doesn't really fit in.

Don't you hate it when your assigned to do your science project with that kid?

That's why I was standing at the front door of Danny Jones, the wierdest guy in the universe. 

I thought about ditching. But supposedly, Danny was smart, and I needed a decent grade in science if I wanted my laptop back. 

I knew I really didn't want to wast a few hours of my Saterday doing this project with him. But I didn't have a choice. I finally knocked on his door, and in the thirty seconds it took him to answer the door, I wondered if I had enough time to run. I actually had my back turned when Danny appeared at the door. It was too late to run now. He invited me in and led me down to the basement. 

We were supposed to build a modle of an atom or a cell or something. I thought they were the same thing untill Danny said they weren't. I felt stupid, but didn't really care. I mean, it was Danny, not one of the Jocks. I had a boyfriend anyway, Justin. It was only a few hours untill I met him at the mall. I couldn't wait to see him. More importantly, I couldn't wait to get out of this place. 

"Erica!" he said. I snapped out of my day dream. 

"What?" 

"I told you to get on the computer and look up an atom, like twice already."

"Sheesh. Sorry," I said under my breath. His computer was an ancient clunker that took ages to load a page on the Internet. After what seemed like hours, a diagram of an atom finally popped up. I printed it out and turned around to show him. He was getting supplies out of the closet.

Suddenly a door slammed upstairs and you could hear muffled yelling. "Whats that?" 

"S'nothing. Just my parents. Dad's probably drunk again."
He said.

"Oh," I didn't really know how to respond to that. Danny got something out of the closet and something metal caught my eye. "Whats that?" I pointed.

Danny shut the door quickly. "Its nothing." 

"But-" 

"let's just do the project. Okay?" he said. Strange kid.

I really didn't know what we were doing, so I sat of the couch and texted Justin.

The yelling continued, and it was all I could do to ignore it. Hours later, we were done the project, and I put my name on it.

It wasn't untill he put all the supplies away that I saw it.

The shiney thing-a-ma-bob? It was a gun. That was the first time I ever considered that Danny was suicidal.

I just hope I did the right thing.    

 

Part Two

The metal felt cold in my hand and on my temple. My finger rubbed the trigger. A flick of the hand and it would all be over. 

I heard a door slam. They were fighting again. Dad had been drinking way to much. Maybe that was why I was down in the basement with a gun to my head. Maybe it would give them a wake up call.

Then again...they didn't care when I was alive. Why would they care when I'm dead?

My hand shook as I held the gun. They drove me to this. All of them. Not just my parents. All of them. The kids at school too. They think I can't hear them. 'What's with that kid?' or 'What's he doing? Why's he like that?' or my favorite, 'What's wrong with him?' People don't understand. They don't understand that I have feelings. Whatever. Soon I wouldn't have to deal with them either.

I leaned my forehead against the wall. The gun was still pointed at my head and I was shaking. I was really ticked off at myself. Why couldn't I do this? Why couldn't I end this? There was nothing left for me here. Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I pulled the trigger.  

 

Part Three

I really didn't know what to expect. I still wasn't sure what to believe. About heaven and hell, I mean. But I didn't expect the after life to be so...normal?

That's when I relized I wasn't dead. Maybe the safety was on? I checked the gun. It was fine. Then I saw there were no bullets. I ran to the closet to get my box of bullets.

The box was empty. No, not empty. There was a post-it inside.

Danny,

I care,

Erica

There was a cell phone number on the note. 

I really didn't know what to do. I honostly thought people had stopped caring a long time ago... 

   

 

Part Four

It had been a couple days. Maybe I was  wrong about Danny. Maybe he wasn't thinking about killing himself. Maybe that wasn't a gun.

Or maybe he hadn't tried yet. Maybe I hadn't taken all if the bullets.

There was a vibration in my pocket. I checked my phone. It was Danny.

I smiled. "Hello? Danny?"

"Erica? I just wanted to say...thanks."

The End 

 

Thanks guys!

@Lady, really? I kinda like the name Will.

 

Ummmm...I don't know. It's sorta like a cliff hanger...it just ends there and leaves your imagination to figure out what happens next.

 

Lol thanks. I'm thinking each short story will be different characters and different situations.