drum roll please its beginning of it all.thanks for reading and please show your support by liking and telling your friends to read. Chapter 8 has alot of quotes so please no copying. its my fav chapter so I know youll all like it.
oh yeah, Joan hill sounds like Violet from the Incredibles FYI
~Selina~
Chapter 8
Joan was considering getting punched in the hoard of barbarians earlier. Who the mother of pearl was in front of her right now. The oh-so cold he's always at the corner guy just turned into whinne the-freaking-pooh.
he seems... a lot warmer. Like Joan could just hug him until the end of winter.
"My name is John"
She nearly choked that he had answered her. Come to think of it, when has he ever answered any of her questions? He would always cover her mouth--or tell her to shut up. It was petty, really.
"John?"
"John." he said, trying to prop himself higher with his elbows but ultimately failed. He winced at the pain inside of those white bandages.
"shit"
"Don't force yourself, you have a cut riiight-" she prolonged while twirling her finger carelessly. "-there."she finished, pointing to his bandage-wrapped stomach,
as if it wasn't obvious.
He just rolled his eyes at her and she laughed, and she probably wasn't suppose to. Her half-brother just killed a man, after all. But every bit of his skin and muscle and everything in between just wanted her to smile.
she could just laugh at anything as if this world had no negatives and no ends
Because of him
"I didn't know you could swear?" she said, as if it was a question.
"And I did not know you could cry at fucking everything" he said, looking elsewhere. Joan stuck her tongue out at him and he looked like he didn't really care.
"I can swear.." he breathed out like deadly tobacco smoke. "I just have a problem with human co-existense.." he said sighing it out. But to him, it wasn't much of a problem--or even a bad thing.
"How about me?"
"No, not you"
"Does that mean I'm not human?"
he looked at her
"yes"
"What's that suppose to mean?"
that your better than the intended recipient of this insane life and world. Which means your not human, your absoloutely better. Not even comparable. Amazing.
He stared at her and leaned his face to hers before answering,
"That your not human" he stated as a matter-of-factly, he pressed his index finger to her forhead. "obviously"
He said, getting his finger back swiftly and leaned his back unto the side rests of the couch. Joan rubbed her forhead and stared at him.
"crazy...just crazy" she said, whilst rubbing her forhead.
He smirked a little bit.
A few minutes after, their mom came to the living room.
"Are you ok, boy?"
"it seems, I just have a hard time getting up and stuff, thanks for the treatment, Mrs. Hill"
Joan's mom smiled. "I talked to your parents earlier," she said, talking from the kitchen and opening some cup boards. "they said you could stay the night here, I'm just sorry it's the couch the guest room is fi--" she looked to him
YOU ARE READING
He's always at the corner
Teen Fiction"You can't just be careful all the time, you have to at least make do with the crap-load of shit this world gives you. Accept the cigarettes, don't turn away from them. See it, see yourself, Joan Hill, because it's too late, I see you.''
