Boy

So VP-an online newspaper, had this FlashFiction competition...The topic was a death note (unless im mistaken)...so here is what i THINK i would have written...(keep in mind the 'fiction' aspect)

"hi, its me...Boy
writing with a red pen that seems to crawl over the page....hesitant, knowing that once it stops its journey..something else will come to an end. It pauses frequently, buying time so as to leave behind something worthy of being read. I dont think i really want any tears splotching up this page, after all...its all that i'm giving to the world. My moment...my writing...a little bit of me...this is probably how picasso felt...or maybe im just being a romantic. No guy talks like this, at least no guy in his right mind. There are so many better things to be doing...like cricket, basketball, tennis...or so im told. Personally, have always preferred a good book or maybe a nice movie (with the really nice bits edited out...like the Rang De Basanti one...with that whole hue n cry over that animal...it gave me such a feeling of freedom...what did YOU think i was talking about?)...Mum, Dad..you were always scared of my becoming like those OTHER boys...the ones who did 'dirty' things....but yesterday you said that you wish i WAS like everyone else. Why?...How did you change your mind?....Did they become better or i deteriorate into something much worse?...Ive disappointed you, i know that but somehow it fails to make sense...so i like someone...someone my age...our religion...our community...my friend...Does that make me someone who needs a 'cure'?...That hurt me more than anything else...even more than grandma faking a heart attack......(probably cuz i saw right through her drama, she was clutching the wrong side after all)...So i guess im out to 'cure' myself of this 'insanity'...i wont tarnish your name anymore...will disappear like the snow in summer and will leave just a wet patch behind...but time will soon evaporate that too...maybe you can adopt later on and always pretend that had i stuck around..you would have done things 'differently'...This is not totally a sacrifice, i believe where im going will be better for me...no more expectations...yelling...tears...Tears unsettle me...they're completely uncalled for and serve no known purpose...maybe the salt levels are balanced out or something...Dad, you cried too yesterday....maybe i should stop talking too...it gets harder with every second...
Im going to go now...you wont find me and not only cuz you wont look hard enough.....
Accept these as my final words...i forgive you though you never asked for forgiveness
and love you as you have loved me all these years....
I know there is no 'cure' for what i have..for what i feel is love...
one last favour...do tell him that i loved him and not to worry
for life is long and there will be people to love plenty.
Your son,
Boy"