A hand

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I walked down the wet path after school. It was raining heavily and my shoes where getting wet. Lucky I brought my umbrella. As I walked down the alley behind the shops and market I noticed a familiar face. He was hard to make out because the sun was setting and a shadow was covering his face making his hair look black. He was sitting down. It was Gabe sitting under the shelter of a big two pipes that met in the middle. He was sitting with a violin and a box of food. He looked up not with a warm smile but dull eyes. "Are you okay?" I ask. He nodded and rested his head between his legs. "D-d you live here?" I hesitantly asked. He lifted his head up and nodded. "Where are your parents?" He paused and looked behind me as if he where looking at something else. "I ran away.." What!? "I ran away from my parents..."
I was so confused. "Why?!" Then he revealed his the scar on his arm then turned abounded revealing the back of his neck there was a massive cut dried blood surrounded it. That happened recently... He turned around to face me with sad eyes. I hold out my umbrella. "Here your wet that's the least I can do." He hesitated Thanks." He said not looking up. Then I hear voices that he seemed to recognise straight away. He stood up and grabbed my hand. "RUN!" Pulling me by the arm. I heard the two voices. The only two things in his hand were the violin and my hand. "Gabe Mathew Willows get back here right now young man!" His parents...OH No! I picked up my pace. We jump over a fence through the town square and into the forest. We stop panting. "I'm so so sorry for dragging you into this.." I nod still struggling for breath. We sit down not caring that we where soaked. "Gabe why did you run away from your parents?" He waited for so long I didn't think he had heard me. "Because they killed my sister out of pure rage and started abusing me.." I rested my hand on his knee. "Gabe do you think you could play me a song on the violin?" He stared at me. "O-okay.." He picked it up and what I heard was the most beautiful melody you could ever imagine.

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