I stared at this man, this boy, laying five feet away from me, his body slumped on the ground. I didn't know what to do, what was best, but I knew I couldn't leave him out here, with the sun almost set, the wolves and the cats would be out soon. So I decided I'd do what was right by locking him in the green room and take it from there.
I didn't think that this would be such a big deal, except for the fact that he was probably over six foot, and I was 5'7" and small for my height. I tried to roll him over and drag him up, but I kept getting the impression I was hurting him more. I figured I should just pick him up and carry him, which might I say, was hard as hell. Somehow though, I managed to carry him those awful ten feet to the back door. I dragged myself to carry him just those few more feet to the sofa in the green room.
After I set him down though, I didn't know what to do. I sat there looking at his slump body, and noticed for the first time the long thin scar that ran from under his hair line down under his shirt. But what I really noticed, was how young he looked. He looked like he was my age, and it was the first time in months I had seen anyone as young as I was.
I knew he needed help, and I knew what I had to do.
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Teen FictionI had always been a normal child. Up till now. Recently, things had started to change though.. Things started to happen. And I knew things were never going to be the same for me again. My parents died a few months ago, and so at 17 I ran away, and m...
