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Today was the day. Hansel had come up with a stunt that would surely show everyone that he mattered. That he deserved to be spoken to, to be acknowledged. He stood, holding his bike by the handles next to him. In front of him was a ramp he'd made himself that led over meticulously placed thumb tacks to another self-made ramp. This was surely dangerous, sure, but he cared little for this fact. The more dangerous his stunts were the more likely people were to talk to him. To get to know him. Then he could make a friend and finally stop. Just as he was ready to mount his bike he saw bright purple hair accompanied by a yellow sweatshirt in the distance, approaching. He knew immediately that it was his sister whom he found to be quite unbearable. As she came into earshot she finally spoke.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, glaring at the setup before her. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. Hansel huffed and ran a hand through his messy, green hair.
"I'm doing the perfect stunt!" He boasted, a grin settled on his face. Gretel was less than impressed, simply rolling her eyes.
"You're not some stuntman, you're 13, you'll just die or something." She said, eyeing the ramps. "Did you make these yourself?" She questioned, seemingly even more appalled.
"Yep, hand crafted!" He said, proudly gesturing to the rickety and poorly made ramps. The girl sighed.
"You know what? If you're this stupid I hope you die." She spat before walking to the door of their house and promptly entering it.
"It's not Stupid!" He called after her, though the door had already shut. He sighed and finally mounted his bike. I'll show her.. I'll show everyone He thought as he began pedaling towards the ramp, he'd given himself more than enough space to appropriately accelerate. He almost wanted to close his eyes as he watched the ramp quickly approach but he did what he could to keep them open. He'd finally reached the ramp and flew into the air, a large grin plastered itself onto his face. He finally did it. After this he would be adored. He would be interesting enough to really see. There was hope now that he'd done this. Maybe this was the stunt that changed everything! Maybe this stunt could make him loved.
These hopeful thoughts quickly evacuated his mind as his bike changed angles dangerously, he was facing the second ramp straight on now, the bike no longer beneath him as it should be. He tried all that he could but was quickly and painfully interrupted.
A large crash resonated through the neighborhood as he slammed through the large ramp, folding painfully over the front bar of his bike, his spine breaking immediately. The crash was followed by a bloodcurdling scream cut short by the boy gargling on the blood that filled his throat, his blood. A chunk of wood had pressed through the poor boy's neck, severing the artery. People flooded out to see what the commotion was all about only to see a large wooden ramp atop a growing pool of blood. Those who dared to peer inside of the boxy ramp would see a boy with splinters spread throughout his body. multiple limbs broken, bones severing the skin and muscle that once encased them. Eyes rolled up, face in his own blood pool that grew from his mouth, throat, limbs and somewhere else not quite placeable. A bystander called the ambulance and they arrived shortly to pronounce him dead on the scene.
Gretel watched through the curtains in her room window, horrified. She'd seen it all. The rise and the devastating fall. She closed her curtains and stepped back. She was unsure weather to laugh or cry, either way large trembles racked her body and she fell to her bed.