Scars

Hello, Soft-Hands here. I did not write this, Wrath did. I am uploading this for her because… I don't know. But we don't own Newsies but Wrath owns Joker and the plot. So, here goes:

The mighty group of newsies who can sell hundreds a day. They consist of three 8 year old kids. Their names are Soul, Spot, and yours truly Joker. I have known these guys since I was 6. They protected me when I had to sell papes in the bad part of Brooklyn. Anyway, here's my story on how Conlon took things from me, how I seemed to be a bad person, and maybe a lover for a friend. But let's starts from the beginning when I was 14 along with Spot and Soul. I was laying with the old leader, Shadow. We had a small connection but nothing great. He would always want me in his room at night to make sure that none of the horny teenage guys would rape me while I was asleep. I started to cuddle with shadow, feeling the warmth of his body warm mine up with every touch. I looked up at his stormy blue eyes and saw something I guess he held back. He brought his face to my ear, moving my brown, curly hair out of the way. He then whispered, "Joker, Please remember me when I leave the newsies next month. Trust whoever I put in charge. All I need is you to be safe. I want you to know that I have fallen for you a bit.." He then brought his lips an inch away from mine. "Promise me you'll visit me. Also, try not to fall for anyone else." He then gently kisses my lips. I feel that he always wanted to do this. This was my first kiss. His lips were so soft. I wish he can stay so badly. I then felt the light pressure of his lips leave mine. I then looked up to him and saw his stormy blue eyes were lighter and softer. "Promise?" I looked at him and gently smiled, putting my hand in his soft, black hair. "Promise. " I soon fell asleep, dreaming about how it must feel to be kissed by one of my only best friends and my crush, Spot Conlon.

Since we starting living in the borough, Spot has been acting different. He wanted me to stop sleeping in Shadows room. He has so many secrets he's hiding. Maybe he could tell me. While I was sleeping, someone pushed me. "Joker, wake up. I need to talk to you." I knew that voice, it was Conlon's. What did he want? I opened my eyes to see him dirty as ever. I soon sat up on Shadow's soft bed and grabbed Spot's cheek. His cheeks then turned a bit pink. " Come on Wane, This is important." I sighed and then got up. What was so important?

He made me leave the soft bed I was sleeping in to lead me out someplace I didn't even know about. As soon as we left that room, he grabbed my hand and started to take me to what seemed to look like the docks. The dock had looked so old that I was sorta afraid to step on it. "Okay, Conlon. Why'd ya bring me heah? He then smirked at me with that playful smirk he always use to give me. Its the same one that got me to make friends with him in the first place. He then grabbed the sleeve of the over sized, red shirt I had been wearing. Shadow had given me this shirt because I would usually be in my undergarments at night which would make the teenagers want to rape me increase. "So, why ya wearin' Shadow's shoit? It doesn't suit your figure at all." He then stepped closer to me. He then grabbed my hand. His hand seem so big and warm compared to my small,cold one. He then kissed my cheek with such gentleness that I never even felt it. He then slowly brought his mouth to mine and quickly kissed me. "I always wanded that,Lulu." My eyes widened from surprise. The surprise the fact that he used my real name but almost he had an intoxicating smell to him. He went out drinking with the guys again. He was either sweet or abusive when he was drunk. I was hoping he was sweet this time.

Spot then backed away from me and then took off his plaid shirt. What was he doing? He was about to jump in when I saw something on his back. So many little scars. Tears started to rise to my eyes as I remember his story about his scars. He was sitting on a bench when two drunk guys came wandering out. They were bug and scary looking. I guess they were so drunk, they grabbed Spot and brought him into an alley. They whispered to each other and laughed maniacally. Both of them pulled out a knife and started to cuts Spot's body. Most of them were deep, but Spot made it. Just barely though. He never takes off his shirt. For no one or nothing. As the tears started to fall down my face, I start over to him and hug him from behind. When I hugged him, we fell into the water.

So, because this is Soft-Hands here, I'm going to say what I want. I started to cry when I read this. I couldn't take my eyes off of it as I read! I almost dropped my deodorant in the toilet because I wasn't paying attention to where I was putting it! Bye, hopefully you actually read this. PS: I, Soft-Hands, edited this. So, bye!

Sincerely Yours until Eternity,

Wrath and Soft-Hands