Anti has never felt love... In fact, all he's ever felt is anger... nothing else... All he knows is the woods where he was abandoned... left to decay... left to be forgotten...
You on the other hand, have always known love and happieness! You treat...
I walked at a slow pace, admiring the scenery around me. Dry, light brown leaves crunching under my black Convers shoes with every step I took. My hands shoved deep into the pockets of my black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees. My black shirt, blowing gently in the wind like a silk blanket. My black, zip-up hoodie dropping off me left shoulder slightly.
Blood...
Blood running like waterfalls down my neck and seeping into the collar of my shirt. My dark green hair, flowing like long grass in a medow.
I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair and looked up at the tall trees around me. The trees stood tall like buildings and went straight up into the orange and blue sky, creating rays of sun to find it's way down through gaps in the leaves and branches. Orange and red leaves falling down slowly from each tree. It always seems like it's Autumn in these woods when actually it's Spring.
A snap of a twig brought me back to reality with a startle. I looked down and saw two sides of a twig on each side of my foot.
I must've stepped on it...
I shook it off and continued walking until I came upon a small house in a clearing in the woods.
The house was made of wood and bricks. Dark grey smoke was escaping from the brick chimney. Oh, how I'd love to snuggle up next to a fire place in the saftey of a place to call home.
Alas, I cannot...
Outside of the small house lays a wooden picnic table, a small, black barbecue, a wooden box that holds many different types of toy trucks and children's gardening equipment, clothes left out to dry on a line, and some pots and pans hanging from another line along with a stack of neatly cut wood.
'But who lives here?' You may ask...
I know who lives here. I know because I've seen them. A rather large family. A Mother with long, dark brown hair and very pretty face, A father who stands at 6,3 who I find rather intimidating because I stand at only 5'8. He has short, light brown hair and muscular body. There's a small girl around 16 years old who looks very much like her mother. A boy around the age of 13 who has short, dirty blonde hair. A little chihuahua named Bow who has a shiny black coat with his legs light brown and paws white.
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(Here's Bow)
And finally, a girl around 24 with beautiful (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Not to mention, she has an Arizona Blonde Tarantula. I found that this girl is quite fond of tarantulas. Her's is named Gizmo.
Apart from this family, no one knows about me. They call me many names but the main thing they call me is 'it'. They see me as a monster... as a threat... as a danger... as a killer...
They've seen me before on many occasions. I like to pass by this area and see what they're up two. The two youngest are usually playing in the grass with small shovels or the toy trucks. Dispite their age, the still seem to like toys as much as a 5 year old would. The eldest is usually sitting at the table reading or drawing some amazing art work. The Mother is usually inside cooking but is still visible through an open window, and the Father either cooks on his barbecue or gets chores done such as chopping the wood or watering their small garden around the side of the house. Whenever I pass by, they all stop what they're doing and stare. The Father tells his children to look away and pay no attention to 'it' while the eldest will usually ingore her Father's words. The Mother will give a look and go back to cooking or washing dishes while the Father will give me an unwelcoming glare until I go away.
It hurts...
It hurts to be looked at and treated in such a way. Such a nasty and horrible way...
