I do not own these characters, just this storyline.
It was a while back days, months, years? He hadn't really been counting how long he had lived there. All he knew was that he had to get out.
Before
He was created by a lonely kid that was in the sixth grade. His parents were rich and could care less about him, so he was alone. He was short, had brown hair, and green eyes. He had wanted someone for a friend, protector, and to place the blame. He wanted to have someone tall, to make up for his shortness and someone happy and optimistic, so he could ignore his misery. He made, Wilt.
The kid's name was James, he had loved sports, but his small stature made it hard, so Wilt would help. As time grew on James couldn't stand to see someone happier than he was, so he grew bitter. James grew older and started to yell at Wilt for the slightest things, taking out all of his frustration on him. Wilt began to apologize for the silliest seeming things, hoping he wouldn't yell anymore. In this time, James acquired a knife.
One day he just locked Wilt in a closet and left him there for days, only to let him out to cut him up and let all of his anger burst out at once at him. Wilt grew weaker and weaker from blood loss and spent many a night in fear. Little did he know the worst was to come.
This is my first fanfiction so please send in reviews! Yes, this is before he loses his arm and all of that. Also I do realize that this is pretty short. They will actually start talking next time.
