My life
A/N I didn't like how this turned out so I rewrote it making it longer.
"Ouch"
I exclaim as a rock hit me on the back of my head drawing blood.
"What ya do that for. That hurt!"
"Good. You monster we'd all be better off without you."
Another rock flew towards my face but I saw it coming and defended myself with my arm, deflecting it to the ground. Where it bounced along until it stopped at the feet of the angry mob.
"Monster!"
"Get out of our village!"
More rocks sped from the crowd, there were too many to avoid, I managed to dodge a few, but most of them hit me. Grazing my skin before landing in a semi-circle in front of me.
"Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?"
"You were born!"
"You need to die."
My blue eyes fill up with tears, but I will not let them fall. If I did they'd know they've won. More stones come my way, from many different angles and directions. They're jeering at me; their taunts surround me, penetrating me to my very core. I can't take it any more. I run as fast and as far as I can into the lush, green forest surrounding the village. The tree branches slap me, grabbing at me, pulling at my hair, my skin, my clothes; trying to catch me, but I'm too quick.
Eventually I collapse worn, and spent on the floor, lying amongst the fallen leaves. Here free of the hateful villagers jeering and hateful comments, the tears break free of the dam holding them back and begin to gush from my eyes in a flood down my face. I just sat there crying, the wind swirling the leaves around me, I was in a maelstrom of wind and leaves. I don't know how long I sat there crying my heart out. It's not like anyone will notice I'm not there anyway. Why do they hate me? What have I done to deserve this hate and torture from them? I'm just an eight year old boy who's completely alone and hated by everybody for no reason that I know of. Nobody loves me, everybody wants me dead; I'm an outcast. The pain is just too much it's killing me; I just want it to end.
I stood up to start the long trek back to my empty apartment, when out of my pocket fell a kunai knife. (In academy we'd been practising throwing them. I just kept it.) It was like someone was sending me a way to end my pain. I sat down with my back to a tree and picking up the implement of my salvation experimentally slashed at my arm. Strangely enough I felt nothing no pain, nothing, but looking at the thin red line on my tanned arm something snapped deep within me. I dug the knife as deep as I could into my wrist and pulled it down my arm, it hurt so much I felt dizzy, but then as the red fluid gushed down my arm the pain dulled. I then fell into a trance, I began madly digging the knife into my body, my body was on fire, but doing this to my body, mutilating myself like this somehow made me feel better. It stopped the pain inside me. I was covered in red the blood was flowing freely down my arms and pooling around me, I welcomed the darkness.
A/N Thanks me reading, please review. I hope the changes I made make it better.