Dark X Anti ~Danti~

Pity 4

/Dark/
Dark was led down on his bed, his hands tucked under his head with his elbows outwards. His face was stern and focused, but fair of face must hide what foul of heart doth know.
He thought for a long time. And some more time. And even longer time. But never came to a conclusion.
He untucked his arms and sat up, hands gripping the side of the bed. He looked at his band posters on the wall, he looked at the leads hair.
"Not as good as Antis" He whispered to himself. He suddenly looked even more confused than before.
Dark grumbled and rubbed his face.
He huffed and stood up abruptly, marching over to the window.
The sun was setting earlier than usual, winter was getting closer and closer.
"Satan why am I like this" He rested against the windowsill and pulled at his wet hair. He took a while getting home and got caught in the rain.
"I need to clear my head" He muttered, the light sounds of the pitter patter outside cooled his nerves.
He ran downstairs and grabbed his coat from the banister pole.
"Mum! I'm going out, I need to clear my head!"
"Ok dear! Be back in time for tea!"
He rushed out into the rain and pulled his hood over his head.
Dark found a less damp corner in the near by shops and leaned against the wall.
He watched the droplets fall quicker and quicker to the ground, splashing small tears over the concrete. Puddles grew and grew until Dark thought he'd never get out.
He didnt care much, he just had to think.
He thought about when he saw the boys push and kick Anti earlier, he also thought about how he had seen glimpses of it before when going to lesson. He knew that itd probably been happening for a while, from the way the boys spoke to how routine like the bruised demon was at cleaning up.
He thought he felt something, it wasnt anger this time, it was sad, sad and painful. Pitiful, even.