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They were nothing but scared children, brought up the same as those of my camp, now suddenly left alone with their own thoughts and allowed to wonder, to dread. Just scared children. Simple things raised in hell to know hell, but all still retaining that human instinct to fear that which stands unknown, just beyond the grasp of one’s knowledge, one’s perception. Whether this was by design or not I did not know, but it didn’t matter anyways. I could still see it, the fear in the eyes of them all, gently flickering, pulsating, driving their every whim, notion, action... I wasn’t sure where my disgust lied, in the others for exhibiting such pathetic weakness, or in the higher-ups for cultivating as much in children. It was easier to abominate my peers, I soon found, and did so with tenacity... No suffering among them could I see as undeserved. No punishment dealt could I perceive to be too harsh. No hostility on the part of the officers could I recognize as anything but the result of some righteous indignation, the likes of which lowly creatures such as I could never hope to understand. I held such attitudes firm, however fabricated they were. I had to. If I sided with the officers, all was according to plan. All was fine. If I sided with my peers, all was futile. All was hell.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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