The King and His Walls

Alec Kingston wasn't always this way. He wasn't always the Bad Boy.

He use to have friends.

He use to be happy.

But that was all before he lost the only person who loved him.
The only person he loved.

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As he walked down the halls everyone parted like the red sea. Is he really that scary? He can't be. I mean no one is that scary except for superhero villains or villains in general. I want to see why they acted like he was a king or something.

He started getting closer. My legs felt like jelly. I looked at the locker on my right, "Do I really want to do this?" I thought to myself. Everyone was staring at me with wide eyes. When I turned back he was standing in front of me. I looked up to see blue eyes glaring at me. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. I mean, if I'm going to die I might as well have witnesses. But, there was no one around us. It was just me and him. I closed my eyes and looked back at his glaring eyes.

Fuck.