Charlie Logan's P.O.V
*Flashback*
"Its all your fault! Your the reason this family is falling apart! I wish you never existed ya freak! "
The words replayed like a broken record in my head and my heart pounded, almost leaping out of my chest.
My dad.
My mom.
My life.
Wind rushed through my hair as I ran faster and faster, feeling like my emotions would explode inside. Why did I have to be this way? Why did I have to always wear this tough guy act? Why did I always have this don't care attitude? Why wasn't I happy, I had my 'bad boy' reputation and almost a whole swarm of girls swooning over the chance to be with me..
I came to a halt as my thoughts were interrupted by a wire fence in front of me. I didnt hesitate and carelessly climbed the fence without so much as another thought, at this point I didnt care about anything..As I climbed, my foot got stuck in the wire and I angrily yanked it out, instantly regretting it as my body fell backwards, my head hitting a solid surface, but I felt nothing but the anger and frustration overflowing my mindset. I got back up, after what seemed like an hour of laying there and looked around. A blanket of darkness now filled the sky and the air smelled humid and damp.
Thats when I realized everything was completely silent except for the faint chirping of crickets and my heavy breathing. The world seemed to stop spinning, giving the world a moment to breathe in the horrid reality we lived in. And thats when it stopped, a lightning strike crashes into the atmosphere making the earth, and my insides, tremble.
It began to rain, hard, and I suddenly looked around.. I needed somewhere to stay.. I surely wasnt going back..not tonight.
My eyes searched for someone or a place I could stay for the night. The rain only came down harder and all I could see in the distance was a bright light flick on through the blinds of a house. Seemed like I wasnt the only one with heavy thoughts at this hour...
I ran over to the house, my shoes splashing in the lakes of water that streamed through the city streets.
As I made it to the house I quickly ducked under the roof, my clothes now drenched and my shirt clung to my chest. I knocked on the door and waited, as I saw a sillouhete look through the upper glass of the door. I only saw two eyes, two beautiful green eyes that reminded me of hope, the little hope I once had.
The door flung open and a girl stood there, studying me. She wore a long white shirt with black legging and her hair was held up in a messy bun. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain on my head, I touched my head with the back of my hand and brought my hand into view. Blood covered my hand I felt everything sway, swirls of color filled my view and then everything went
dark.
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