This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 19

I remember that day. That day that used to mean nothing to me but now means everything.

*Flashback*

I was 8 years old and my sister took me to the park because mommy told her to her. The park was always my favorite place in the world. Everything was perfect there in my eyes. I had a little basket with a blanket, some snacks, and my coloring books; everything I could possibly need in life.

It was a beautiful day really. The sun was out, but there was also a light, cool breeze blowing through the air that tickled my skin ever so lightly. I was deep in thought, making sure I stayed in the lines while I colored Cinderella's pretty blonde hair when I heard a yell coming from the slides.

I looked up to see a group of boys messing with another little boy. They kept pushing him around in a little circle until one of them pushed him completely off the slide. He slammed so hard onto the concrete that I could hear it from all the way over where I was laying. The group of boys hopped off the slide and once again surrounded the now helpless little boy. They laughed at him, pointed at him, called him so many horrible names.

If there's one thing I can't stand is bullying and I was not about to let this continue. I got up with 64 pack of crayons and ran over to the group of boys.

"You leave him alone you stupid meanies!", I yelled at them. 

They looked at me and sized my small stature.

"Get lost!", one of them yelled at me.

"Well why don't you!", I yelled back and with that I began throwing my crayons at the boys. Too bad for them because they were all extra sharp and soon every crayon that hit them left a beautiful scratch all over there faces, arms, and anywhere else their skin was exposed. They ran off by the time my crayon box was half empty.

"And don't you come back here or else!", I screamed after them.

I then looked down to see the little boy still curled up into a little ball on the ground. He looked so fragile, so scarred. He was even shaking a bit. Anyone elselooking at him would have said he was pathetic, but he was justso helpless, like a los dog. I couldm't leave him there.

"Hey are you ok?", I ask bending over to him. I touch me softly and he flinches from me.

"Hey I won't hurt you, I just want to help.", I tell me. He slowly lifts himself up and finally looks at me. He was a cute little boy, small with short brown hair and small brown eyes. He even had little moles around his face.

"Are you ok?", I ask him for the second time.

"Yes.", he sniffles while wiping the tears from his eyes. He slowly gets up, clutches his knees and yelps in pain. I look down to see his knees have been scratched up and are dripping with blood. I gasp at the sight.

"Oh my goodness your bleeding!", I exclaim.

"It's nothing. I'll be fine.", he tries to tell me but from the pain in his voice I can tell he's lying.

"No, you're not. Come on, let me help you clean yourself up.", I told him.

"I said I'm fine.", he said angrily. 

"Well you just got beat up and now you're bleeding all over the place, so why don't you shut up and let me help. Or continue to help you since I already have.", I interjected.

He stared at me in awe as if no one had ever spoken to him like that before, but that's hard to believe since he was just jumped. He continued to stare at me for some seconds then finally got up.

"Ok fine.", he mumbled staring at the ground.

"Good now come on. I have first aid kit in my basket.", I said happily that once again I had won an argument.