I never knew. My whole life, no one had the courage atau the right to tell me what happened. I had to find out the hard way, and that nearly cost me my life.
Last December was an important time for me. I never moved before, and it was all brand new to me. Moving boxes wasn't the challenge. The hardest part was coming into school during the middle of the tahun and not having a clue what the people were like. So far, my only friend here was the next-door neighbor Joselynn, some seventy-year old lady that had her grandkids over as much as possible. My mom encouraged me to meet them and possibly play around with them, but the first thing that popped into my head was: hanging around with infants for twelve hours? I'd rather do homework for that long! I don't have a grudge against younger children, but having a baby sister Lianna and a toddler brother Justin in the household seemed enough to last me... however long I lived. At this present time, I had no clue if it was even okay to say what I just did.
Every hari was a drag; I may have been on a rush when I came to school, excited sejak the new atmosphere, but once I realized that I was an outcast, with no friends, isolated from reality, I knew that everyday was going to be the same. Same kids. Same eyes. None of them were different. All of them wanted to say the same things to me, tell me to go away. Lunch was the worst. Their eyes were hawks looming over me, and the nights grew colder with those visions dancing beneath my eyelids. Sometimes I would have nightmares of just those eyes, sometimes floating between branches in the woods that were seterusnya to my house, sometimes vibrating along the forest floor that shook underneath my running feet. I was always running away from something, but a knotted feeling in my stomach caused me to not look back. I would fall, multiple times, but nothing would catch me, help me up. At times I felt like I was in defeat, just wanting to lay down and let whatever was chasing me devour my sadness, my fear. I just wanted to see that thing, hoping it was ten times easier to look at then the countless eyes that glared at me underneath curls and waves of hair during the day. When that first weekend of December came, I embraced every minit of it.
Outside, it was below the average temperatures. My hands were numb even with the gloves on, and shoving them inside the pockets of my over-sized jaket made my body quake with shiver. My breath was iced before my Frozen cheeks, and the stumps of the chopped trees threatened to trip me. I guided myself through the forest, and only when it got dark and full of fog did I start to follow the trail of the setting sun, making my way back home. I was doing fine until I flinched at the flock of birds that were nestled up in the pokok nearest to me, now flying off in a frenzy. I turned just a tad bit too late.
A motorcycle roared into view, crashing down branches and weeds in a tangle of ruined mess. The driver didn't acknowledge that I was there, and I stumbled out of the way as the bike slid across a large root of an oak pokok and made a dramatic leap before settling farther away. A moment's pause as the driver guned the engine again, racing away as if this was a professional job he had, blowing around the forest like some jaguar in utama territory. I brushed myself off, muttering angrily to myself, when I was tossed sharply back into the pokok behind me.
Head spinning, I turned to see my attacker, and my throat caught.
A wolf, back on its' hunches, growled at me long and hard, sniffing the ground while keeping silver eyes on me. My hati, tengah-tengah beated up against my throat, drumming a signal that warned me to move, run away. But the tail was swishing, and the teeth were being polished so much sejak that merah jambu tongue that we both knew what my fate was. A goner.
A harsh cry broke everything, and someone leaped from the pokok above me, aimed an Arrow from his bow, and the target struck. It didn't faze the wolf, but the eyes took a new turn and its body sprang to life as the two beings charged. I watched the flurry commence, and when I tried making my legs work to alih me away from all the danger, the instant my foot dragged across the moss below me both of those eyes shot to me, the battle paused. A emas bloom of light against a silver moon river.
The serigala, wolf snapped its jaws, and the boy took the moment to tear out his sharp pisau and puncture the beast. It cried out, then hastily made a pantas, swift kick at the boy in the chest before limping off into the darker parts of the woods. My eyes slid back to the kid, who was draped against the batang of the tree, eyes closed and breathing ragged. Slowly, I took a crawl to him.
When I reached his side, I looked at him. His clothes looked normal, the average t-shirt and denim jeans. His bow and sack of arrows were tied against his back, and the ends were poking into his ribs. I carefully took them out, wondering why he didn't think of using them while he was fighting fist-on-fist contact with the wolf.
When I looked up, he was staring at me, and I noticed that his eyes weren't amber now, but a pale blue. Dark lashes framed the border, and brown hair was sprawled out in chunks around his well-sculpted face. His lips were curved into a shape of distaste. "Why are anda still here?"
His voice, so dark and mysterious, caught me off guard. My vocals came out weak. "Because you're hurt."
He made a pained laugh, his eyes flustering about. "Shouldn't anda be calling the police sejak now, atau running utama to tell everyone about what happened? It would be lebih fun that way."
"And anda would know about fun."
"Right, I would, because---" He stopped himself short, eyeing me as if he couldn't trust me with what he was going to say. He then shook his head, making his hair messier. "Because I'm older than you, if anda seemed to have noticed."
I didn't notice, and still looking at him there seemed to be no difference. I would mistake him for being a senior just like me.
Before I could make a response, he let loose a wind of air from his mouth, and it tingled my nose with the sent of Ros and mint. "Just go home, girl. anda don't belong here. I would think anda would be tired after what you've been through."
The moment he uttered the word my muscles collapsed, and I saw behind my eyelashes the world flow into a mass of green, only to be substituted sejak those light blue eyes, which now had a rim of yellow cresting around the pupil. His hand was warm against my back, and I was stunned sejak how much heat his skin gave off, transporting past the thick kot that I wore. I shivered, and my cheeks felt warmer now that his breath was against my face.
"Go home." He whispered, his eyes burning with a ferociousness that shook me down to the core. "Go utama and don't come back. You'll be a threat here from now on. It's too dangerous for a frail child like you."
His words echoed in my head when he shoved me off into the night, along the path that I had traveled on before. Even then, I thought when I was alone, walking, he was there, watching, protecting me from whatever could harm me.
For once I came back to the house with a sigh of relief.
Last December was an important time for me. I never moved before, and it was all brand new to me. Moving boxes wasn't the challenge. The hardest part was coming into school during the middle of the tahun and not having a clue what the people were like. So far, my only friend here was the next-door neighbor Joselynn, some seventy-year old lady that had her grandkids over as much as possible. My mom encouraged me to meet them and possibly play around with them, but the first thing that popped into my head was: hanging around with infants for twelve hours? I'd rather do homework for that long! I don't have a grudge against younger children, but having a baby sister Lianna and a toddler brother Justin in the household seemed enough to last me... however long I lived. At this present time, I had no clue if it was even okay to say what I just did.
Every hari was a drag; I may have been on a rush when I came to school, excited sejak the new atmosphere, but once I realized that I was an outcast, with no friends, isolated from reality, I knew that everyday was going to be the same. Same kids. Same eyes. None of them were different. All of them wanted to say the same things to me, tell me to go away. Lunch was the worst. Their eyes were hawks looming over me, and the nights grew colder with those visions dancing beneath my eyelids. Sometimes I would have nightmares of just those eyes, sometimes floating between branches in the woods that were seterusnya to my house, sometimes vibrating along the forest floor that shook underneath my running feet. I was always running away from something, but a knotted feeling in my stomach caused me to not look back. I would fall, multiple times, but nothing would catch me, help me up. At times I felt like I was in defeat, just wanting to lay down and let whatever was chasing me devour my sadness, my fear. I just wanted to see that thing, hoping it was ten times easier to look at then the countless eyes that glared at me underneath curls and waves of hair during the day. When that first weekend of December came, I embraced every minit of it.
Outside, it was below the average temperatures. My hands were numb even with the gloves on, and shoving them inside the pockets of my over-sized jaket made my body quake with shiver. My breath was iced before my Frozen cheeks, and the stumps of the chopped trees threatened to trip me. I guided myself through the forest, and only when it got dark and full of fog did I start to follow the trail of the setting sun, making my way back home. I was doing fine until I flinched at the flock of birds that were nestled up in the pokok nearest to me, now flying off in a frenzy. I turned just a tad bit too late.
A motorcycle roared into view, crashing down branches and weeds in a tangle of ruined mess. The driver didn't acknowledge that I was there, and I stumbled out of the way as the bike slid across a large root of an oak pokok and made a dramatic leap before settling farther away. A moment's pause as the driver guned the engine again, racing away as if this was a professional job he had, blowing around the forest like some jaguar in utama territory. I brushed myself off, muttering angrily to myself, when I was tossed sharply back into the pokok behind me.
Head spinning, I turned to see my attacker, and my throat caught.
A wolf, back on its' hunches, growled at me long and hard, sniffing the ground while keeping silver eyes on me. My hati, tengah-tengah beated up against my throat, drumming a signal that warned me to move, run away. But the tail was swishing, and the teeth were being polished so much sejak that merah jambu tongue that we both knew what my fate was. A goner.
A harsh cry broke everything, and someone leaped from the pokok above me, aimed an Arrow from his bow, and the target struck. It didn't faze the wolf, but the eyes took a new turn and its body sprang to life as the two beings charged. I watched the flurry commence, and when I tried making my legs work to alih me away from all the danger, the instant my foot dragged across the moss below me both of those eyes shot to me, the battle paused. A emas bloom of light against a silver moon river.
The serigala, wolf snapped its jaws, and the boy took the moment to tear out his sharp pisau and puncture the beast. It cried out, then hastily made a pantas, swift kick at the boy in the chest before limping off into the darker parts of the woods. My eyes slid back to the kid, who was draped against the batang of the tree, eyes closed and breathing ragged. Slowly, I took a crawl to him.
When I reached his side, I looked at him. His clothes looked normal, the average t-shirt and denim jeans. His bow and sack of arrows were tied against his back, and the ends were poking into his ribs. I carefully took them out, wondering why he didn't think of using them while he was fighting fist-on-fist contact with the wolf.
When I looked up, he was staring at me, and I noticed that his eyes weren't amber now, but a pale blue. Dark lashes framed the border, and brown hair was sprawled out in chunks around his well-sculpted face. His lips were curved into a shape of distaste. "Why are anda still here?"
His voice, so dark and mysterious, caught me off guard. My vocals came out weak. "Because you're hurt."
He made a pained laugh, his eyes flustering about. "Shouldn't anda be calling the police sejak now, atau running utama to tell everyone about what happened? It would be lebih fun that way."
"And anda would know about fun."
"Right, I would, because---" He stopped himself short, eyeing me as if he couldn't trust me with what he was going to say. He then shook his head, making his hair messier. "Because I'm older than you, if anda seemed to have noticed."
I didn't notice, and still looking at him there seemed to be no difference. I would mistake him for being a senior just like me.
Before I could make a response, he let loose a wind of air from his mouth, and it tingled my nose with the sent of Ros and mint. "Just go home, girl. anda don't belong here. I would think anda would be tired after what you've been through."
The moment he uttered the word my muscles collapsed, and I saw behind my eyelashes the world flow into a mass of green, only to be substituted sejak those light blue eyes, which now had a rim of yellow cresting around the pupil. His hand was warm against my back, and I was stunned sejak how much heat his skin gave off, transporting past the thick kot that I wore. I shivered, and my cheeks felt warmer now that his breath was against my face.
"Go home." He whispered, his eyes burning with a ferociousness that shook me down to the core. "Go utama and don't come back. You'll be a threat here from now on. It's too dangerous for a frail child like you."
His words echoed in my head when he shoved me off into the night, along the path that I had traveled on before. Even then, I thought when I was alone, walking, he was there, watching, protecting me from whatever could harm me.
For once I came back to the house with a sigh of relief.
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
gitar by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if anda think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if anda just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if anda think that we cant sing it faster then anda wrong but itll help if anda just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if anda just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
gitar by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if anda think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if anda just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if anda think that we cant sing it faster then anda wrong but itll help if anda just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if anda just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END