Cut Cody Cut

FIRST OFF, I DID NOT WRITE THIS,

I SIMPLY ASKED MY FRIEND IF I COULD USE IT

AS A TRIBUTE TO MY ONE AND ONLY FRIEND

cut cody cut

I didn't know his story.  No one did.  He twitched his fingers a lot and surveyed the class often.  He acted as though he was afraid.  afraid that we might find something out.  I was the only one that really tried to talk to him.  No one else cared.

He told me his name was Cody.  He didn't mention a last name so I didn't bother to ask.  Cody would always pull the sleeves of his long sleeved shirts down, far past his hands.  When I asked why he did that, he would simply reply, "Beacause," and quickly change the topic.

No one wanted anything to do with "Cody's Girlfriend."  Everyone, even my old best friends, shunned me.  This bugged me because I wasn't dating Cody.  We were just friends.  It was times like these that showed me who my true friends were.  Sadly, I was appalled to discover that I had none - none other than Cody.

As the days went by, I noticed some thing about Cody that scared me.  He was getting paler and paler even though the sun was coming out more and more.  He also seemed scared himself, always rubbing his arms.  Whenever I touched either of his arms he would wince and tun away.   I never really thought about it and assumed he was just being another boy.

One day, Cody seemed especially scared.  I didn't know why and he wouldn't tell me.  He mumbled and stuttered much more that day.  Every time I asked him about it, he would just shrug it off and change topics.  I didn't know what was wrong.  I thought it could've been problems with his parents.  Everyone had heard about that little boy who was killed by his own parents.  Was that happening to Cody?

I went to my mother for advice.  She told me I should tell someone at school about what I thought.  I didn't really want to create trouble for my friend so I kept my mouth shut.  Everything with Cody only got worse and worse.  He began to twitch and stutter so much, you could hardly understand what he was saying.  Nothing could calm him down.  No matter what I did he only continued to grow worse.

I finally gave in and told the guidance counselor about my worry.  She tried to call Cody's parents but couldn't get anyone to answer.  She tried many other numbers but no one knew anything about Cody.

Later, the guidance counselor called me to her office.  She explained to me how I did the right thing and furthur into how they were taking Cody to a hospital that sould help him.  She explained how Cody's paretns left him and how he was convinced he was alone.  I couldn't imagine it getting worse until she told me how each night my friend Cody would cut his wrists.

Cody's parents were finally found and he really was sent away to the hospital for "his own good."  After he was gone, all my old friends flocked back to me like they had never left.  Things went back to the same old routines like they were before I ever talked to Cody.  No one ever mentioned him again so neither did I.

I often thought long and hard about Cody.  Why did he do what he did?  For how long had it been happening?  Why was it that after he was gone people could easily forget him?  I couldn't forget.  The thought of Cody would always be stuck somewhere in my head like a haunting ghost that wouldn't leave.  I didn't want it to leave, though.  I wanted to remeber the friend I had in Cody.