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A young boy, broken family, broken heart, the days go round the blood continues to flow. Syoun is just an ordinary high school boy, his parents fight and beat him, his dads a drunk and his mom is a workaholic. He has an exact count of three friends. All the kids in school either ignore him or bully him, cutting and self harm was his only form of release and now as he walked down the dark street headed towards the bridge which it wasn't uncommon for suicides he didn't really just want to be one of those people but it was really the only way unless he cut his wrists deeper than usual. His arms were covered by a long sleeve black t-shirt, his pants were white and he wore black and white vans, he stopped walking and just thought /wouldn't it just be better if my parents found me and felt that guilt/ he looked to the ground his black hair slipping into his face.
Post by deepwallow on Nov 16, 2013 22:28:48 GMT -5
But then, a strange tapping noise could be heard. It sounded something like a stick hitting the ground. Soon, a strangely dressed figure could be seen walking towards him. This person was dressed in some strange long robe-like outfit with an assortment of things hanging around him. His hair was black and white, and his eyes were a neon green. The stranger looked up as he approached, a walking stick in one hand. He raised an eyebrow as he neared the other. He nodded a hello.
Post by deepwallow on Nov 17, 2013 17:41:26 GMT -5
"It matters because I have a feeling that you may end up doing something you will regret. And stranger or no, you don't seem like a bad person. You seem worthy of saving from whatever you have planned." He said, turning around half-way.
Post by deepwallow on Nov 17, 2013 17:59:00 GMT -5
The stranger shrugs. "Sometimes it's good to tell your troubles to someone outside of your normal life. You don't feel judged or feel the need to hide things since you don't see them very much or won't see them ever again."
Post by deepwallow on Nov 17, 2013 19:33:41 GMT -5
The stranger thinks for a second, as if digesting his words and taking them into consideration. "Why would you want to escape from your family and school?" He asks eventually, looking back at him
Post by deepwallow on Nov 17, 2013 20:05:57 GMT -5
The stranger thinks again, taking it in, before looking back. "Then why do you return? Why not just leave? It seems your misery is centered here. Then why stay?"