Darkness.
A small blond boy was curled up in a ball in his bedroom corner. Only but quite sniffles could be heard from the boy.
His cheeks were flush from crying earlier, but also it could have been from those few fist that crashed onto his cheeks only moments ago.
His head was bowed as he clutched his fist up to his chest.
Why can't anyone…
Eventually his soft sniffles died down and he plopped his body onto its side as the feeling of the cold wooden floor stung against his flesh.
His mind was blank, all he could do was stare across the room with his bright blue redden eyes, but then suddenly…
Someone really..?
If the room could, it seemed to get even darker. But this was different, he squinted his eyes to try to look deeper into the darkness. It seemed like a door.
A door to never ending darkness…
But then he closed his bright blue eyes.
Oooh… Those blue eyes…
Then he opened his eyes once again, to stare back at two green orbs. But wait… The hair, there was red florescent hair.
Is someone there..?
Then suddenly the darkness reached out and embraced him. Sometimes, that's all there really is left.
Eh. I've never written a story before, but here's a piece of it. Do you like it or not? Does it suck? Should I make it into a story? You decide, in reviews. If anything, it will turn out to be rated M