"Shit!" That's all I could say as I ran faster down the road. It's ether run half way across down or get my ass beaten. And let's just say, running isn't my favorite thing to do.
I ran into my house, locking the door behind me and hiding in my dark room. Once I heard the pounding from the front door disappear I got up.
My name is David, and I just got chased from my school to my house. That's a long way.
Undressing and pulling on some pajama pants, I layed down.
"I hate my life..."
It's true. I hate it. Everything.
My father beats me, my mothers crazy, my brother is a whiny bitch, and everyone at school hates me.
I guess I can tell you a little about myself now,
My name is David James Charles.
I'm 11 years old.
I have one brother, Malachi and he is 9 years old.
I slowly got up, the blisters on my feet already forming.
The feeling of pain and shock was gone so I guess I can start focusing on the real issue.
No Food.
I sat down in the kitchen, "what am I gonna do..?" I slowly looked over to the door. It was calling my name. Telling me to leave. To leave and never look back.
"I can't!" I yelled at myself, the voices screaming to leave.
"LEAVE THE BEATING"
"LEAVE THE HATE"
"LEAVE THE BITCHING"
"JUST LEAVE!"
I sat down with my knees to my chest and cried.
I stayed like that for hours, just crying. I shook my head, standing up and rushing to my bedroom. Hearing the front door open and close.
There's nothing I can do.
I'm lost.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows
ActionWhen a young teen boy goes missing after a house fire the whole town is turned up side down looking for him. Little does everyone know, much more could be laying in the shadows.
