Pierre and Wolf

If you are not 18 or the legal age in your country where you live leave now. These story are about gay boy or boy, if this is not what you like leave now. All resemblance with existing people or organizations is purely accidental because this a work of pure fiction.


By Jarvis de Var

Pierre and Wolf

Pierre


Pierre that it, it my name. I am fourteen years old, a little smaller than the average 1,67m for 62kg. It far from being impressive, I am not considered as being a nerd. Don’t scream be quiet, no one got to see me like that. I am mostly cool. I dress with class and knack. My hair very light brown almost blond, my eyes are dark green. I like my eyes, girls and even some guys are fascinate by them. But this morning they would have tendency, ok not tendency, they would run away as fast as they could. My skin his pale without zit, god bless. I am orphan since I am six years old. My grandmother take care of me, I like her, she ok. She leave me my space and since I am good, she let me take my own decision. If I am not insane, what is happening to me? I have to wash, open your eyes. Perhaps it have gone away? As I said that to myself, I feel hair in my mouth. I have the horrible feeling that it will be the same thing.

Yes, my chest and arms are cover of dry blood, it not looking as blood, dull brown red, but instinctively I know that this his blood. My bed cloths are partially cover with a powder of the same colour. I raise from the bed to go in the bathroom. My legs tremble under me, I waver. I have the impression that I will fall out. My thoughts collide I lose my footing.

I open my eyes, I have fall near to the bathroom door. I get up and in the bathroom. The first thing that I saw it my reflection in the mirror. I get dizzy, I have to breathe deeply to stay conscious. All have to be normal, I will find an explanation it certain. Why I have red hair sticking on my face? I get under the shower, and let the water almost boiling cascaded on me, washing that nightmare out of me. The hot water slackens my muscles. I open my eyes and all seem to be normal.

-Grand “ Pierre breakfast!”
-Pierre my voice breaking a bit “ Ok I get down. I finish taking my shower.”

Getting out of the shower I place and dry my hair then dress up. My hands shake a little bit, what is happening to me? I don’t have any answer then I have to take temporary action course. First change my bed cloth, take my breakfast and going to school, don’t forget to smile. I smile usually, even when Ben the local bully annoy me. I hate him cordially, I contempt this being that his only pleasure is to humiliate and make suffer the weak. The bastard weight 30kg more than me then I do not acknowledge his existence. I go down to take my breakfast.

-Pierre looking at the table cloth “ Hi mom”
-Grand “ Hi sleep well?”
-Pierre “ Yes mom, did you hear some thing last night?”
-Grand “ No, did you ear some thing?”
-Pierre “ No, I am not sure of it. I dream perhaps?”
-Grand she look at me sharply “ Are you sure that you are ok?”
-Pierre “ Yes, yes I am good.”

The breakfast going well, mom did not notice a thing. But I am inattentive, I would like have dream it. I know that I have not dream it an I hate that conviction. I get out of the house to take the bus. Alone since the last two month, my best friend move away. We keep contact by the net but it not the same thing. He become a friend not the one how I could tell what it happen to me. Did that thing really happen to me? Stop juggling and act normally. I stare at the passengers, they seem distant as with through a thick fog. All appears unreal to me without relationship with me or my life. I get down of the bus, people greet me, I greet them without paying attention. I enter my first classroom, I concentrate, to take note and to listen to the teacher, it difficult the sound does not seem stable.

I open my eyes in what I identify as being the infirmary, a compress on my forehead and a bag of ice behind the nape of my neck.

-Nurse “ Pierre are you feeling better? “
-Pierre trying to focus my glance “ What is which happen to me?”
-Nurse “ Your teacher believed that you have fallen asleep. He tried to wake you up and you broke down in the way.”
-Pierre “ Not no memory to fall out or to have fallen asleep.”
-Nurse “ Do you want that I call your grandmother or prefers to remain at the school?”
-Pierre who is that I would make moreover at the house. “ I remain, I do not have a great deal to make at the house.”
-Nurse looking at me attentively. “ Your sure that you want to remain?”
-Pierre “ Yes.”
-Nurse “ It not very common to refuse to curtail one day of school.”

I return in the classroom with a note from the nurse. When I enter the room the silence fell on the classroom, I give the note to the teacher.

-Mr Benoit “ That better Pierre?”
-Pierre “ Yes I am very well.”
-Mr Benoit “ Take seat with Steve, use his note.”
-Pierre “ Thank you.”

Steve a boy little taller than me, he always look melancholic . His appearance is neglected a little, he do not take a great care of his clothe or hair. Obviously all that he wear come from department store. Perhaps he do not have the choice.

-Steve “ You are ok Pierre?”
-Pierre “ Yes, how much note that you have taken?”
-Steve “ Only three pages.”
-Pierre “ Pass them to me.” Taking his book. “ Thank.”
-Steve “ Are you sick?”
-Pierre “ No, let it go.”

The remainder of this class was without causing of another problems. When the bell indicated the change of class, I felt all the glances on me. Smile to act as usual. In a conscious semi state, how to explain it, I am there but reality does not have its usual consistency. The others speak to me, I smiled and must answer them correctly because all seem nothing to notice. Almost all I should say because I feel in my gut that some observe me. With 15:30H torture ends, quickly I goes to my locker, I takes what is necessary for my work and takes my jacket. Suddenly an intense pain at the base of my nose, I will still lose conscience. I awake the head on the knees of Steve. I feel the blood which runs along my cheeks and wets my lips.

-Steve “ Don’t move the nurse have been warned.”
-Pierre with a raucous voice. “ What happening to me again?”
-Steve “ I see you on the ground, your head in your locker after Ben pass by.”
-Pierre “ Lot of damage?”
-Steve “ I don’t know but it bleed a lot. Your are cut deeply.”
-Pierre “ Fuck up.”

Mr. Dumont the director and the nurse get to us. She examines my nose and ask to the director to call the ambulance.

-Nurse “ How push you?”
-Steve “ I have seen Ben Maheu leaving the corridor when I saw Pierre with his head in his locker with his blood running out of it.”
-Pierre “ I am sorry but I see noting, I was taking my jacket when I feel an intense pain and I feel getting out of it. I am afraid that it will become an habit.”
-Steve smiling at me. “ I hope that not, I am a very bad rescuer.”
-Nurse “ Are you feel good enough to get on your feet?”
-Pierre “ Yes, it still bleeding?”
-Nurse “ Yes.”
-Pierre “ Can I have a towel, I don’t want to stain my cloths to much.”
-Steve “ Incredible, it demoralizing me, your have broke your nose and worried about your clothing.”

The nurse give me a towel, I wipe up my face. I fold the towel and put it at the base of my nose. When I press a sharp pain get on. I sit and suddenly the light seem to be darker. The nurse and Steve are holding me.

-Nurse “ Your holding on Pierre.”
-Pierre “ Yes, let me a minute I will be able to walk.”
-Steve “ Pierre relax you have noting to proof.”
-Pierre looking with incomprehension. “ I am ok just a little daze, it is all.”
-Nurse “ Pierre your nose is probably broken.”

They help me to the door of the school. I turn to Steve to ask him whether he want to bring back my bag and my jacket to me. He acquired and turn over to my locker. When he return I thank him. The ambulance is there I enter there the paramedic force me to lie down. After a few minutes we arrive at the clinic. A doctor and a nurse take charge of me. Mom is there to, she more than anxious trying to take my hand. I smile trying to reassure her.

-Dr Sullivan “ Pierre if you don’t want to have a scar you need to have some points of jointing, do you want it?”
-Pierre “ Yes doc, I don’t want any scar. »

Doc inject me a local anaesthetic and put a sterile field on my face, it block my sight, he begging to work on me.


Steve

Brown hair and eyes, 1,75m for 75kg, the skin his tan. This morning a boy of my class fall out of conscience it Pierre. He his a beautiful guy always well dress, his hair well done and in spite of his small size he hold mordicus his dignity. He have splendid green eyes luminous and fascinating. I don’t know if he like the boys or the girls. He flirt a lot but did not chose. Mr Benoit was close to Pierre who seemed sleeping, he shake him. Them he fall on his side without any tonicity like dead. We all hold our breath. Mr Benoit take Pierre in his arm without any problem and carry him to the infirmary. He came back to continue his lesson. About half an hour later Pierre come back in class. Mr Benoit was good to me without knowing it, he said to Pierre to use my note. Pierre said to me that he was good. Still his hands shake a little, he is pale. I keep an eye on him all day, I kind of like it. He worry me, he is inattentive this is not his way and his eyes are often without focus. A commotion perhaps. At the end of the class I lost him, I walk in direction of his locker. I see Ben turning the corner and my heart stop. I see Pierre on the ground, his head in his locker blood coming out of it. I raise him and turn him over blood his flooding from his nose. His beautiful face his smear with blood, I scream to some students to bring the nurse. I put his head on my legs, the blood run on his face in direction of his ears. I can’t stop me from petting his hair. I give him all the help that I can and hold him to the ambulance. I get back home very sad. Why hurt someone without mischievousness like him. The local bullies harass him because he does not even try hard to answer the charge of homosexuality and answer to them that if they want to be suck they to look somewhere else. Pierre have a lot of courage more than me any way. I am not know I even get out with some girls.

I get home my mother wait for me, we eat I did not speak about what happen to Pierre. After lunch I get out to go to my tree house. My father build it three years ago in the maple in our backyard. I get there when I want to think, when I am disturb. What is so wrong about loving guys, why beat someone because he love? It so stupid, so intolerable, so incomprehensible. Time pass fast it already 21:20H, I have to get in. I open the floor trap to get down when I see a big dog that I never seen around. Before getting down I speak to him.

-Steve “ Hey big guy where you come from, get closer.”

He get closer to the rope ladder. I get down, the dog get close to me. He is a large young dog, he is grays and white and nave beautiful green eyes. He smell me and rub his head on me.

-Steve “ You’re a good dog, are you hungry. Wait me I go to search some left over.”

When I get out with the left over he is sitting quietly near the ladder, I put the plate on the ground. He his very calm and wait until I sit down to eat. He his a very beautiful dog I would like to keep him.

-Steve “ If you want you can come every evening. I don’t know what is your race but I will search.”

When he finish eating I pet his head and scratch him behind his ears. He stretch his neck and fixed the moon eyes half close. Suddenly he get out of my reach and stare at the hedge. I see three shadows moving discreetly in my direction. The dog his not around me any more, I hear a scream of pure terror and see the three shadows running away as fast as they could follow by the dog. It must Ben and his friends. They must have know that I have speak to the principal. What the fuck.