Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25170312-20141218192450

''I'm wondering if this story qualifies at all as a creepypasta. It's a true story, with myself as the main character. Only the names have been changed for obvious reasons. It's just a first draft at this point. I thought about adding some fictional creepy stuff, but I felt it would destroy the gravity of the real events and how they affected me.''

In seventh grade, everyone made fun of me. I was socially awkward, and naturally weird; the weirdest kid in school. I had a few other misfit friends, and we liked going to the library at lunch time to goof around.

One day, as we were heading to the library, I noticed someone I had never seen before. It was extremely odd because, as I mentioned, everyone made fun of me. When the entire school is bullying you, you don't forget their faces, or their names. But this kid was different, because until that day I had no idea he even existed. Even stranger, everyone else knew him. For the duration of this story, I'm going to call him Riley.

My memory is a little hazy, but I'm pretty sure Riley was on crutches. He may have missed a lot of school which would explain why I hadn't met him. There's a lot I can't remember, but I'll never forget what happened in that library.

We were all goofing around, and it turned out Riley was pretty funny. He was doing some kind of physical comedy, and we were all laughing with him. Suddenly, he fell to the ground and began shaking. We assumed he was still being comedic, so we continued to laugh and point at him. But he didn't stop shaking. The librarian ran to him and told us to get out of the way. I didn't understand what was happening at the time.

After lunch I had gym class, and we all went outside. Everyone was talking about Riley. There was a rumor that he was taken to the hospital, but I still didn't understand what was going on. Now I know he'd had a seizure, but back then all I knew was that he fell down.

In my next class, the rumors about Riley were making people upset. We were interrupted by a faculty member giving us the grave news. Riley had died of a heart attack. The boy I met just an hour or so before was now dead. And I the last thing he would remember is other kids pointing and laughing at him. I felt guilty and confused.

Everyone that was close with Riley, as well as everyone who was in the library that day, was taken to the principal's office to mourn together. I was shocked at how many kids were there. Why did he know so many people that I knew, but I never knew him? I had never even heard anyone mention him before.

The whole room was crying but not me. Someone put their hand on my shoulder, thinking I must be devasted by what happened. I didn't belong there. I didn't belong with people who knew him, and were truly crushed by his death. All I could think about was Riley shaking on the floor of the library as I laughed and pointed. The memory still haunts me.

The following day, everyone in my homeroom was crying. Everyone but me, and the kid who sat in front of me. It was the most surreal experience of my life. I could be wrong about us having school the next day, but I'm assuming it's so that everyone could mourn together. After all, everyone knew him but me.

I knew Riley was dead, but somehow it just didn't register properly. I knew I was supposed to be sad, that I was supposed to cry, but there was nothing. The kid who sat in front of me, I'll call him Matt, turned around and looked at me with a nervous smile. He wasn't crying either, and for a moment we connected. Throughout the day, I realized that we were the only two kids who weren't in tears.

Matt was the nicest, most well liked kid in school. As popular as I found out Riley was, Matt was even moreso. He was always kind to me even when other kids made fun of me. He would still laugh along with them, but he never joined in. I thought maybe we might become friends since we were the only two kids in the entire school who didn't cry. I guess it never happened.

In eigth grade, I was still as much of a loser as I was the year before. Don't ask me why, but I went to a school dance. I think my misfit buddies had said they were going, but then they didn't show up. That might explain why I was clinging to a group of kids that weren't my friends. They weren't being mean, or bullying me, and one kid in the group was Matt. He was the only one I felt comfortable talking to, so I kept bringing up a funny thing that happened in class that day since I couldn't think of anything else to say. He would laugh along quite convincingly.

The group kept walking away, and I kept following. Suddenly they started running through the halls, so I ran too. I thought we were just having fun, but then I heard Matt say something like, "He's coming!" It turned out they were running away from me.

Later that year, Matt died of a brain aneurysm. I was the only one that didn't cry. 