Post by Cameron Laurier on Apr 16, 2007 16:41:53 GMT -5
The pale stretch of skin across his cheek was slowly starting to bruise like a peaches skin, the red spreading like internal bleeding. The sting that accompanied it, helped the shock and surprise that swam through his slender body. Fingers unravelled from the bit of material they had grabbed, freeing the short red headed girl. "Ph-Pheonix...why did you hit me?" he said, in his quiet voice. Eyes were as wide as saucers, and his hand slowly raised to press the cool palm against the cheek where her fist had just come into contact not two seconds ago. The girl seemed to glare at him, and he shrunk under her deathly gaze. Phoenix was one, that you did not mess with...and she was scaring him. He took a step back, just a few minutes ago he had shot forward and grabbed her skirt to stop her from leaving, now all he could think about was her leaving him alone.
She shook her head, and stomped away. He sat down roughly, between the bookcases, unsure of what had all happened. All he knew, was that Phoenix was fed up with him. With his quietness, with his disability to function in social gatherings, and to be cruel. Cam sighed, he couldn't even cry. He was tired of himself too. He didn't blame her. If he had of been his own friend...he would have possibly shot himself. Cam tried to think of when he wasn't like this. Before his death...it wasn't fair. The fact that his brother had been slewn like an animal, and in front of Cam. Cam shook his head slightly, long bangs falling into his eyes. He sat silently, nibbling slightly on his lip ring, as he tried to think about before that event. When he used to chase butterflies, read quietly, play hide and seek with his brother, laugh, giggle, run...there was no sadness. At least none that he could simply just ignore.
Once, when he was just like his cousin Elliott. Cam felt the frustration building, from deep down, mingling with the stinging of his cheek. Gritting his teeth together he turned toward the book case, cocked his fist and threw all his weight into it. The result was a loud snap, as the wood splintered and cut the flesh of his knuckles. He watched the blood form droplets, and slide down his pale skin. Grey eyes intent on the pain that he felt. Then a smile, slowly stretching across his mouth. Would he ever feel anything other then pain and sadness?
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