Waiting for Ray

The boy in dark clothes had been standing on the street corner for hours. People were rushing by him, caught in the turmoil of their own lives. It was raining, but he couldn't leave: he was waiting for someone.

"Damn you, Ray," he muttered under his breath, much to the surprise of the old lady passing by. He always surprised old ladies when he swore. As if a blond, blue-eyed boy was supposed to be such an angel.

If he didn't come soon, the boy in dark clothes would leave, he promised himself.

To pass the time, he began examining the street corner. This was the part of town he haunted, his territory. He relished the smell of rain wet sidewalk and exhaust fumes of the city. The sound of the rain on the garbage cans and the honking cars was music to the boy's ears. Hands in pockets, he let the warm water trickle down his head and inside his jacket. He was in his element. Except that he couldn't enjoy it, because Ray the moron was making him wait.

Then again, Ray was his only friend, and the boy in dark clothes knew it. The others considered him too weird and unusual to be worthy of their attention. Even his mother seemed to avoid him sometimes, tried to detach herself from him. His father? God knew where he was. He walked out on them a long time ago.

He drew his sweatshirt closer, reminiscing. Ray and he had done a lot of these things in the past, sneaking out in the middle of the night. Robbing small shops, setting fireworks under windows… It was always great fun with Ray. That's what they had planned to do tonight. Yet Ray wasn't here now.

"Damn you, Ray."

He checked his watch. It was almost two in the morning. It was clear that Ray wasn't coming; he had abandoned him, just like everyone else. Depressed, the boy in dark clothes walked back home, allowing heat to spread to his stiff limbs.

"Oh, there you are, Felix!" his mother greeted him when he opened the door. "Where were you? Why are you all wet?"

"My name's not Felix, it's Billy." He stared at her. "You can't even remember my name. You're just like Ray."

He stomped to his room, and slammed the door. His mother stayed in the hallway for a while, then took the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Dr. Bergstrom. It's Mrs. Ferguson. No, Mr. Ferguson left on a business trip. Yes, it's about Felix, he's having an episode again. I don't think the pills are working. He mentioned Ray again."