a reply to: Skid Mark
When I was much younger, probably 8 or 9, I met a girl. This girl was a transfer student in the middle of the school year. The teacher introduced
her in front of the class as Katie W. She never looked up to the classroom, and sat down in the back corner of desks. After a week or so I noticed
that noone talked to her, she was literally outcasted by everyone. I asked one of my kinda close friends that was a girl "why don't you or other
girls go talk to Katie ever?" My friend looked at me with a look of disgust on her face and said "Why don't you talk to her? She looks like she
crawled out of a gutter, kind of like a mangy cat or something." I told her "I will talk to her, and she does not look that way to me at all. She
kind of looks pretty I guess. She's probably just really shy being in a new school."
Later that day, coming in from recess I saw Katie sitting against the school, and I asked her how she was liking her new school. She looked up at me
and said "The food is weird. There aren't many trees around here. And the hallways smell like urine." I looked at her squinting and was kind of
taken aback by this and replied "What kind of food do you like? And yes the hallways do have a pee smell I suppose." She stood up, looked me in
the eye and kind of wiggled her nose and walked in the school, not answering me. I followed her and said "wait Katie! I just want to talk to you,
you seem like you could use a friend to help you get to know the school and kids and teachers." She turned around and got really close to my face
and said very quietly "I know all of these kids and none of them can be my friend, none of these teachers can teach what I need to know, and the
school is just a school, I know all of these things."
He brute rashness put me off and I just went back to my classroom where she still sat in the back. I felt dejected by a rejected girl. I knew I had
to figure out what the hell was her problem. The rest of that day I would peer back at her to see what she would be doing, every time I looked back
at her she was looking out the window and within one second of my eyes being on her she would turn her head and look me directly in the eyes. No
smile and no emotion was shown to me.
After the bell rung to go home I stalked her from a distance to see what bus or car she got into. I had plenty of time to investigate because I walked
home about 6 blocks everyday. But all of the buses left while she stood outside. No car came to pick her up, and she stood there and waited until
only handful of kids were still there. She then turned toward the parking lot and walked through it, then reached a hill that went down to a
baseball field. Once she crossed the parking lot and proceed down the hill I pursued after her. Once I came the edge of the parking lot and looked
down to see where she was, I could not find her, I walked down some steps and looked in the dugout. she was sitting at the far end, and moving her
mouth really fast like she was saying "poppopopoppop" but no noise came out. She then looked at me, tilted her head, then said "I am here because
I have nowhere else to go. You need to go where you belong. I can be here I don't belong anywhere, so I can be wherever I want." I then became a
little upset, and felt a little pitty for her. I thought for a second then replied "I belong where I choose to be, Right now I am my own boss, and I
choose to be by you. If you don't want to be by me then you ca go somewhere else and I will not follow you." She stood up. Looked me in the eyes
while walking towards me. She put her right hand up then covered her eyes. She then said "Treat me like you hate me so much you love me. I won't
look at what you do to me, I don't know your name, make me feel like pain, then tell me I am loved, then make the pain of love meet in the middle,
the middle is where I am always at." This kind of freaked me out so I told her "I cannot and will not hurt you. You must have someone that loves
you, takes care of you, sends you to school, feeds you, you know?" She took her hand off of her eyes and then turned her head to some trees beyond
the outfield fence and pointed into the woods. "That is where the men take care of me. They give me pain and I give them love. I have little love
to give from being filled with pain. But this pain keeps me alive just as they keep me alive." I looked into the area she was pointing and saw two
figures walking around, but could not make out whatthey were wearing or doing. I heard a noise at the top of the hill behind me and looked back.
There stood a tall man, probably 6" 5' or so. He walked down the stairs and put his hand on my shoulder and bent down to my eyeleve to tell me
something. But first he looked towards Katie and said "They are waiting for you to return. Go now. Hurry to not be seen by the others." Then he
looked me in the eyes and said "Katie could use a young friend like you. You two could be very happy, we could give you happiness If you help us."
I knew I was scared at this moent, I felt very unsafe and uneasy. I replied "I don't want to go with you, I want Katie to be happy. She said she
was full of pain." He pursed his lips and sighed "Her pain is to keep us painless. She will feel no pain soon, but she must endure enough to know
that pain is not real. Your pain, your fear, your disbelief is real. You are too weak to know the truth, and the truth is, we are the revealers of
truth, the keepers of wisdom, and the teachers of all knowledge. Your teachers know this, they allow us to be here. They give us what we want, and
we give them what they want." I backed away from him, out of his reach as he stood straight up. Then turned sideways, to allow me to go back up the
stairs if I wanted to leave. So I did.
I kept this to myself that night. The next day at school Katie was not there. I asked the teacher where she was but the teacher said that she had no
idea. The next day she again was absent, still no word from the teacher. So after school was over I went to the principals office to ask/tell him
what I saw. I told him that there were men in the woods that were keeping Katie out there and hurting her. He didn't believe me. He told me Katie
lived a few miles away with a family of traveling Dr.s and that she is going to a new school now. He told me I was stirring up fear, and should not
speak to my classmates about this "story," for it is childish. Plus, the woods are not school property so noone here is going to look into it.
Even the police will not, she is not missing or in harm, I spoke to her parents this afternoon, she is ok. I then left his office, feeling kind of
pissed off and worried about her. As I walked out of the front doors to go outside, a man was walking in, the same man that spoke to me with Katie.
He winked at me then met the principal in the hallway. They put their hands on eachothers shoulders and then some type of 3 pump handshake in unison,
then headed towards his office, buth looking my way through the glass doors making the "popopopopop" with their mouths then smiled.