Alright, this one is chock FULL of angst. Poor Dibbers...

Words: 120-ish (Not quite sure...)


THEME 002: Love/Youth

Dib sniffled, curling up a bit in the corner of the bathroom stall he was currently hiding in. Bruises covered his thin frame, a few cuts still sluggishly oozing blood. Loud noises came from underneath the door, mostly from the group of jocks still looking for him. But they were too stupid to realize the trail of blood led into that particular room and continued on their way, looking for the "insane faggot."

Tears fell down his face in torrents and, try as he might, he couldn't hold the sobs in. People always said that teenagers were the future of tomorrow; and yet, they had never realized that their own destruction was corrupting their offspring. Well, Dib had seen the cruelty of children first-hand and it made him wonder…

When did the innocence of youth end?


A/N: T.T Writing this actually made me depressed, so I'm gonna go write something happy now.. Er, hopefully.

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