Sorin, a small fragile boy who has been through the worst of the worst. He has never been loved by his family, neglecting him throughout his life. Sorin only wanted nothing more in the world then to be loved by his own blood.
What twisted and sick...
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SORIN BLACK next day:
I was always lonely no matter what. No friends to laugh with, no family to love me. No body was there for me, no even when I needed them the most. I sat down on the dirty toilet seat in the boys restroom, my body huddle up in a small ball. Looking around at the graffiti that was drawn on the wall. The black and red sharpie that drew private parts and cruse words. Hiding from my 6th grade tormenters, was pretty pathetic especially while I ate down on the plain bead that I snuck from my house with my brothers knowing. Nibbling on it at every bite just to ease the pain in my stomach that growled in hunger, it was good while it last.
I heard the the creaking down open loud and heavy footsteps walked towards the doors as it stopped at mine. The large bang shot me up from my seat, whimpering in silence. I heard the lock click with ease as it opened wide to meet a large person. Hiding my head in the security of my knees, tears fell down wetting my shirt.
" hey you okay little guy." I heard a soft voice. I looked up cautiously at the person blinking a few time to know if it was real.
" my name is Charlie, what's yours?" The boy says happily taking out his hands out for me. I whipped my eyes with the sleeves to wipe away the tears form the corner of my eyes, holding my hands out i shook it gently.
" m-my n-name is S-Sorin..."
THE JUST RISEN SUN SHINES, down upon my body giving me its blazing heat, pouring through the thick glass window. The rising rays surrounding my room as the sun get higher and higher to its peak. The sky blue and clear with clouds moving at every second. Followed by the annoying clock that stood besides my bed, ringing until my eyes shot up from my slumber. I groaned in pain at the scorching headache that I received.
Blinding reaching towards the clock smashing it down just to stop the noise, at such early in the morning. I threw over my covers to the other side, moving to the end of the bed, gently rubbing my temples just to ease the throbbing pain in my head.
Rethinking the horrible decision of going with our with Charlie to that bar last night. Charlie was always the party person the moment we left and had our freedom to ourselves. Parties mostly every night that he was off from work, of course I was the only person that got dragged with his ideas, regretting it the next day. It was just supposed to be a light drink just to relieve the stress from the week, but I guess things got out of control, to the point that I vividly remember that Charlie was dancing the " WAP" on one the table with a bunch of guys.
