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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 16, 2013 1:50:31 GMT -5
He was doing so good. Gritting his teeth, keeping his fists low and behaving well. Weeks without an issue and yet he finally lost it. The cage that trapped in the monster he could never keep control of was set loose again. Too many jabs at school, too many sneers and mocks and spits. There was only so many times he could be reminded he was an ugly monster before he turned into the thing people told him so often he truly was. A scary, dangerous creature who's anger was only par with his frightening appearance. He was smart, far from the ones who tormented him. The drumming started, the aching in his head, the burning in his chest and hands. He knew what was coming and scampered from the grounds and far through the city. He ran and ran, till hsi lungs were as hot as his head and he stumbled over his feet, scraping his hands and knees several times and only getting looks as people shouted at him. Yet he made it. Into a empty ally, alone, forgotten and hidden to unleash all that was built up. It seemed only moments ago, yet quite a time had past. The area smelt a horrible burning scent, the ground and brick walls were scorched - yet no one was hurt. Only Jet, with the burns on his hands, bloody from the falls as were his ripped pants around his knees and a few burn marks. His skin wasn't very good at handling the fire that wasn't held inside his disgusted and mocked body. In the empty ally, a low growl was uttered before crumbling into a choked sobbed as the boy slowly slid to his knees. Curling up against the harmed wall, arms wrapped tight around his body and eyes were tightly closed. Maybe if he curled up tight enough he'd vanish. Everything would be perfect, if he was gone.
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