I stared up at the mirrors surface, sighing deeply. Today my son was to visit me. He never did come though. It made me feel hurt, broken. The mirror, though, seemed to still my thoughts, as a small breeze of coolness whipped by me. The friend I had made a few days ago I decided to call Howell, a name I had heard blared many times before on the TV. I found out the other day that Howell also took stars, but for something different. My stars were blues and grey, his were a sickly yellow. As I neared the Hell door I watched a small teen run out the door, screaming. I smiled at her screams, walking in. I saw Howell sitting in a corner, green ink bile in his usual spot. I sat next to him and cocked my head.
"Everything all right my friend Howell?" I asked gently, him murmuring that he was 'fine' and to 'leave him alone' I pursed my lips at his request and continued to sit next to him.
"Didn't I say to leave me alone..?" he grumbled, huffing in pain.
"Yes," I replied, rubbing my hands together thoughtfully; "but I wish to sit next to you, it's nice being around you!" He scoffed at my resilience, and went quiet. I noticed his book thing and gently scooted it over to him with the toe of my velcro shoe. He snatched it up, and went back to ignoring me. I smiled at his annoyance with me, finding it funny as the circle began it's daily routine of boring stories about how someone got stabbed in the stomach by their girlfriend, or almost set fire to their homes in their attempt not to live anymore, or showing scars from where they cut themselves in order to escape pain. It eased up like a pulley, slowly drawing on until I was next. I stared at the members of Hell, narrowing my eyes. "Would you like to share how you got here, Mr. Naidu?" the circle leader asked politely.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I grumbled, looking them all over; "you do not need my entrance story until I trust you, and the only one I trust in this room is Howell." Howell's head snapped up, staring at me in shocked surprise. He looked at me, a thin smile slowly gracing his lips, making me nod with satisfaction.
I had made my own friend Howell smile. How pleasing. I suppose it is worth it. I chuckled to myself, looking at my now bliss friend. The pulley has gone lopsided.