Yeah. Comment how I've been gone for like 720,163,69 billion years and how you are planning to kill me. I get it.
Justkiddingjustkidding. But I do apologize for my absence.
I've had... Some things happen to me while I was gone. But I'm back now, so enjoy another poorly written one shot.
This such a random one shot I swear.
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The blonde boy kicked the rocks with his shoes every step he took, running.
Running to? He had no clue. But he knew he had to leave, and run. Run so far that he didn't even know where he was. So far that he couldn't find his way back.
Not that he would ever go back anytime soon.
They wouldn't shed a single tear for the blonde boy. They wouldn't even bother to go looking for their blonde kid anyway because he is too much work for them.
And maybe if they would've cared the slightest bit more, maybe he wouldn't have even thought about running away from home.
So there he was. The tall, ragged, thin looking blonde boy was running. Running for his life. As far as his frail legs could go.
He sat behind the railroad tracks, hoping a that if he took a single step closer his life would end. He rolled up his sleeves, showing his exposed scars.
He shook his head. Droplets of wet tears landing on his cuts, making them sting.
"It looks like it's about to rain."He heard a small voice behind him, making a fist as he quickly turned around startling the person behind him. He didn't expect what he saw. He thought he would have seen a person with a gun or something, trying to kill him.
But no. It was a boy.
He was thin and small. Looking like a runt. His clothes obviously way too big on him and with his arms wrapped around his chest.
The blonde kid face a confused face at the ragged looking brunette kid. "Who are you?"
The boy sat on the track along with the other kid. His eyes were droopy and sad looking like the blonde's.
He almost didn't notice until he actually got a good glimpse of him that the browned haired boy was extremely frail.
"Just call me anonymous to save your time." He propped his chin on his hand, looking at the street and the cars passing by.
"Why would I call you that?" He turned himself towards him looking at the other with sad eyes. "Don't worry about it..." He turned back to the street and hid his head in his hands.
"If it makes you feel any better, my name is Scott." He was worried that he was telling this strange boy things about him, but at the same time, he didn't care one bit. "I like it. It sounds nice."
It would be easier if Scott knew more about this stranger.
"So like... what are you doing here? Probably not for the same reason I am." Scott turned and looked at the strange kid in confusion.
"Well, why are you here?" Said Scott. The kid wrapped his arms around his small torso.
He shrugged. "In all honesty. I have no reason to be here. I mean nothing's wrong at all, really. But not being everyone's problem is my ticket out of here."
