Creative Writing: Confused

"Ow! The little mutt bit me!" he cried pulling his hand to his chest, his face scrunched up in pain while I spat his blood out of my mouth.

“Well let me see if it's really nothing.” Adam said walking toward his boyfriend. “Don't resist, because it'll make things worse for you.”

shakes in anger as he hears the girl making fun of him infront of everyone along with the boy. They didn't know what he had endured, his past. The boy didn't pick his name nor did he have parents, for most of his life, he was trapped in a cage being experimented on countless number of times...cold and alone, he tilt his head down trying not to cry as he remembers the name of what he was called by all the scientist, the ones who took everything from him, tormented him, Seven finally released there was no such thing as friends, or being a hero..... why would he help those who never came for him in the first place.

“Well what ever “nothing” is I hope you weren’t upset from the act of others,”” “Letting people get you upset is like giving them the utmost power over you willingly.” I shook my head and walked home and went straight into my room for solitude.

“I was way out of line,” he whispered. “I don’t even know what I was arguing for; I just wanted to attack something, anything...Leorio, I’m a terrible person, I…”

Have you ever opened a door of a room and the first thing that happens is you get greeted by a tumbling stack of clothes that fall all over you? Well in this room this was the case, it was a complete and utter mess! The odor was intolerable, a mix of aromas filled the air from things like stinky old gym socks from a couple of weeks ago, to used bath towels smelling like wet dog. The stench wasn’t the only thing that was ridiculous, you could barely see the carpet on the floor! In fact half the right side of the room was taken over by gigantic piles of clothes, wrinkled, unwashed, old, dirty, all clothes were just mixed in piles which started at the entrance of the door and were almost reaching the top of the ceiling. It

I hunkered down behind the massive boulder and managed to wedge myself between it and another stone and I kicked out. It didn’t budge. I shoved again, harder, but it wouldn’t give an inch. My only option was to use

“It’s okay, bud,” I said, walking behind him, my hand on his back, rubbing comfortingly. He shot me a glare before straightening his back and losing the pouty attitude.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Roy soothed, rubbing his arm. “You have a lot of wounds on different parts of your body.”

“It looks much bigger than it really is,” I said before he could speak. “On the whole, yes, it looks bad, but honestly, it’s just a bunch of small scratches. Most of the bruises are just ones that I got from rolling around in the alley and…”

Why are you tell me this? I ask. I want you to know where you come from. Fatima says. I have to warn you it takes people from Silver City many years to have children. Fatima says. So, I have might not have a baby right away? I ask. I do not know. I got pregnant right away but most people from Silver City do not get pregnant away. Do not worry about Aro because he will never find out the truth. The people from Silver City are protecting you and your

“It’s just something that we don’t talk about,” he replied, as he lay back on the bed. Got damn, what’s so bad that neither one of them won’t tell me. Well, if they don’t want to tell me, fuck it then. I can’t force it out of them. So I laid back also and

"Don 't!" She clutched my arm like a scared cat, her nails bit deep into my skin, and blood to seeped out. "I’m so sorry." She scrabbled to the kitchen to get me a rag and peroxide.

I now feel slightly embarrassed about being wounded in the first place. “Well, I’m okay,” I tell him.

"No," I say softly. "No, No, No. Don 't fucking touch me." I yell while slapping his arm away. The tears start to fall and I can 't stop it. I hear Prince Bobby exhale with frustration. Jacob kneels down in front of me and grabs my hand.