528 Misunderstood Words (Fiction)

He was weird, some people liked that, some people didn't. 

He would say crazy things that you’d believe to be true if you didn’t know him. There had been an anonymous call made to the local police station about him not long ago, apparently they felt threatened by his strange behaviour and believed he could be a risk to society. The police ignored the enquiry until he disappeared. 

The day he was reported missing the previous mention of his name was brought up, causing an instant frenzy among the people who claimed to know him. Everyone soon began to talk about the freak who had vanished, even the kids from school began to write their version of events through sinister stories online.   

He cared about the people around him understanding for a short time but when he realised the shock he could get out of the people who failed to comprehend, he began to use that to his advantage. He would say things to disturb them, to catch them off guard and then turn away with a smirk, knowing that he had served his purpose. 

It was always jokes to me, I never heard the things he said as anything more than his mind's eye talking, I can’t explain it, he was creative.

He would always speak about being high but I knew he’d never touched such a remedy in his life. He wouldn’t even take medication to ease pain, he said that his body was made to fend for itself, it didn’t need help from something deadly. I disliked people like that, I told him that he didn't know what he was missing, I tried convincing him by admitting that it had helped me permanently but he wasn't yet crazy enough to believe me. 

He chose to act the way he did, I think he saw many things in life as an experiment, he was always looking for the reaction that individuals were willing to give. And I understood that, I never questioned anything he did, he was inventive and I liked that. He is inventive, I like that.

He began having moments of panic, he started to question himself, he was no longer getting the reactions he desired, he would scream something about the laughs not being loud enough in his sleep. 

I told him that I had a plan that would show them but he had to first promise that he wouldn't tell them about me. 'If you tell them, they'll take you away to a lonely place and then they will silence me.'

I first told him to go to a place where he couldn't be found, I told him that all he had to do was agree to meet me and he would have executed his biggest experiment yet. He wondered how he would see the responses from a place so far, from a place where nobody else was but I told him that he just had to trust me. I promised we'd be able to sit back and watch the reaction from the crowd together, I promised it would be a good one. 

He then agreed to my voice and the experiment begun.