Consuming, Engrossing, Tearing and Smothering.
It was unknown to most, the tortures that took place at the school but those who knew- knew only too well what not only the teachers but fellow students were capable of, and Edmund was one of those who knew.
He pulled his legs closer to his chest, his eyes were filled with tears but he refused to cry. Peter would know something was wrong if he did and he couldn't tell him what had happened, even though he so desperately wanted to. He felt sick thinking about what had happened, it was slow and extremely painful, his face was soaked with tears, he was handed a brown paper bag of toffees and pardoned off with "You're a good boy, you'll keep your mouth shut, wont you?"
Dead in the eyes, cold in the heart- Silence is everywhere, consuming, engrossing, tearing and smothering.
The only noise heard was the dragging of metal over his skin. Slicing, tearing. The tiny droplets of blood, flowed sweetly down his fingertips and onto the floor to be quickly consumed by the cracks in the floor boards.
"Leave me alone Peter"
"C'mon Ed, it's dinner" he sopke, muffled by the door.
"I'm not hungry" he was starving.
"Edmund..."
"Just go away!"
and with that his brother was gone. He rarely fought with Peter, he just didn't want to seem like there was something wrong. He was failing miserably.
So that's a small introduction. (Teeny-weeny)
I hope you liked it. Please review; tell me if you think it's awful!
~LAOR