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The man and the boy"What is it, that you are expecting?" The man said. This man wasnt particularly intimidating, in fact, he had a gentle nature about him. Soft brown eyes, a warm and loving face. It was the suit, maybe even the fedora perched on his head, that at first glance made him seem like a rough sort of person.
"I don't know. I've seem to have no interest in what my expectations had foretold." It was the boy that seemed the most frightening. He had a sort of sense about him, something that people fear, if not avoid. Of course anyone would avoid the tall young man with the hood atop his head and dark mysterious eyes. No one wants to cause trouble with a person like that.
"Sir, what is it that you want? Everyone has ideals. Something that you crave?" The man asked. To him, something about the dark and mysterious boy seemed, in the least, hopeful.
"I want what I get. That is all. There's no use wishing for something I wasn't meant to have." The boy answered. His answer was cold, sharp, heartless. Hi
I walked away from the big group of kids hurling insults.
The caught up and started pushing me anyways.
I got up from the ground, shoved my hands into my pockets, and continued to walk home.
They followed me home.
Laughing, yelling, teasing about things from my family to just plain out about me.
I got to my house, slipped the key into the lock and escaped their torture.
I want to forget.
I walked into the dim lit kitchen and to the knife drawer.
I looked at my reflection, my wide-eyes looking back at me.
Did I really want to forget that badly?
I held the knife in one hand, and with the other I texted a quick apology.
I took the sharp edge and ran it deep down my forearm.
For a moment I felt nothing.
I felt no sadness, no pain, no regret.
But then I remembered everything.
The pain came back.
It was worse too.
I grabbed paper towels and pressed it again the blood pouring out of my arm.
I slumped against the wall.
Pain becoming unbearable as I couldn't think
Applesauce[Ben and Abby are in the kitchen. There is a mess on the walls.]
Abby- Why ben? I dont get how this happens.
Ben stays silent for a moment and looks away oddly
Ben-The blender broke.
Abby- The blender just doesnt break. What did you do?
Ben- It exploded.
Ben gets on his hands and knees and begins to clean the mess
Abby- Whats on the walls?
Ben stays silent and Abby gets curious and starts to touch the walls
Abby- What is this?
Ben- I dont know...
Abby- (her voice is more harsh and demanding) what is this?
Ben- I dont know...
Abby grabs a towel from the counter and hits him in the back of the head with it. Ben starts whimpering but doesnt stop cleaning.
Ben- Its apples okay? I wanted applesauce.
Abby bends down and sarts to clean too.
[1 hour later. the mess is almost clean. Ben breaks the silence.]
Ben- I've been thinking...
Abby- about what?
Ben- The apples.
Abby- your weird. What about the apples?
Ben- Well, i wanted to mak
MeA friend cant determine my value,
Only I know what I'm worth.
I can do what I want to do,
And that can be worth dirt
Why wont you listen to me?The door creaked shut behind us. I could here our footsteps echo in the dead silence. I heard the doorknob jiggle as Bryce gave us a sense of our situation.
“It wont open.” He whispered. Defiantly we had come in here in the middle of the night, now we have to find another way out.
“We’ll find another way out then.” I thought out loud.
“What a genius.” Nathaniel joked. Punching my shoulder painfully, he sneered and the sound traveled across the desolate room. The sound gave me a sense of our surroundings, and the room is possibly empty.
There were a few windows, yet they were boarded with old wood. Julia had warned us about this. She told us what idiots we would be to come in here, the place most people in our small town avoided at all costs. People made up so many stories about this house that you could put them all together and make a lengthy novel.
“We should go upstairs. Maybe then we’ll see a way to get out of here.” Natha
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