Some One

My name will be Some One and there will be one within my heart.

When I was young and naïve, I believed that all was right in the world; that nothing could be bad and people could do no wrong…I was wrong. I would spend my younger years playing with the other children and being merry; not taking notice of there being anything wrong. One day however, I saw a person who was all on their own. I watched from a distance as they kept to themselves, but I never once went to greet them.

After that day, I continued on playing with the others and would watch the person stay by themselves and never interact with others. I wondered who they were and what their name was but never went to them to ask, so I continued to wonder without ever doing anything to quell my need for their name. Later I found out their name was No One and that they were a relative of mine. My name is Some One and there is one within my heart.

As years went by I continued on watching No One from a far. Never once during any of those years had I uttered a single word to them. They hadn't seemed to utter a single word either, during all of those many years. Nothing had really changed at all from when I was younger; I communicated and had fun with others as No One had kept to their self.

When I got older and had a job, I got myself a home and a car and kept in touch with my friends from my younger years. They all seemed to be doing well. I'd never known a person who had killed or been killed, not a single place in my neighborhood had ever been robbed, it seemed as though all was right with the world and nothing could go wrong…but then it did. No One, the person I had watched from afar and never came into contact with, who was the single most important person in my heart, had died.

When I got news of No One's death, it had seemed as though the world around me was ending in utter chaos and the ground beneath my very feet was giving way. My whole life had been spiraling out of control until I finally snapped at the latest pieces of information I had acquired. Before, I hadn't asked any questions. I had just taken in the news numbly.

I hadn't asked how or why; I could hardly stand the news as it was. But then I heard people talking about that person who was so dear to me. They said awful things about my dearest person and called them None. They'd been mocking that person, dearest in my heart. I'd gotten oh so much more upset and angry and then finally I learned another bit of information that turned everything that was already in turmoil upside down…

No One, my dearest person, had killed their self.

After that people started to call me crazy. They said I was insane, mad, demented, daft. Some said I was grief-stricken and guilt-ridden. I didn't understand what they could possibly have meant before they shipped me off to some mental institution. And then I realized it…I saw our classmates so long ago calling my dear No One, None when we were younger, I heard people mocking No One and yet, I never did a single thing to stop it.

Everything that may or may not have happened following my recollection of those events were all nothing but a blur to me. I began losing track of time and seeing things or people that weren't actually there. No One showed up before me regularly and tormented me with their death and I slowly started forgetting how to do the simplest of things and even information such as my address, age, life history, friends, etc. Oh! And before I forget…

My name was Some One and there was one within my heart.