What about us??

What about us??

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Laying on the ground pain arced through my body as the large hulking figure continued to slam his foot into my stomach the breath forced from my lungs as I gasped for air blood dripping from my mouth. And then a voice filled the air. Unable to see the person I listened to the back and forth banter until the boy moved his body suddenly thrown backwards into the wall another figure taking his place. Her blond hair and pale skin gleamed in the sun her black jeans and leather jacket hugging her skinny but curvy figure. Her eyes glowed a bright green with flecks of amber gold making her eyes look like they were aflame. As she bent down her voice was soft gentle as her hand reached for my bruised face she fingers brushing feather soft against my skin electricity skating down my body as I resisted the urge to shiver. "Are you alright?" Her eyes stared down at me as I looked at her unable to respond until for a reason I cannot explain I burst into tears. Without another word her arms scoop beneath me lifting me from the ground right against me as I cradled my head against her chest breathing in her scent. "Where are we going?" My voice was soft scare
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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