SOME ONE HELP ME…GIVE ME IDEAS…I have many but they are way way way way to Graphic.
Thanks to all who have reviewed.
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Pony stood there, watching as both vehicles grow smaller in the distance of the dirt road….a cloud of dust trailing behind them…
…behind them like the voices…his voice…but the dust would fade, the voices won't.
"Pony?" He jumped slightly and looked over his shoulder at Mrs. Martin, who had a sympathy grin plastered on her face. "It's time for dinner."
Pony let out a small sigh and looked back down the dirt road, it was empty…he was alone. He slowly turned around and Mrs. Martin and Pony walked back inside the large house together…
'House…Hospital…that was it was, believe it or not a hospital. They had wards and patients…sick patients. Like me.' He thought as the door shut.
"Damn…I hated my life" He said out loud but Mrs. Martin didn't seem to hear him.
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Dinner was like none Pony ever had before. A silent dinner. No one was fighting, throwing food, making gross noises. 'I wished Two-Bit was here.' He thought.
'I mean, hell, that boy has to have mental problems…'
The only event during the 30 minutes was when a girl had a fit, she was about 12, and screamed about not wanting to eat her food.
David later told Pony she was an anorexic.
He didn't say anything though, no reason to. He just picked with my barley touched food.
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After dinner was over Pony rushed outside, trying to avoid David…who, for some reason, thought he was Ponys' best friend.
"What you running from?" A deep voice boomed through the air. He turned to see Leo leaning against the wall his arms cross a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"More like who…"
"David?"
"Yea.." He paused for a moment, his onyx eyes checking him over…He couldn't help but to gulp.
"Weak…" He said, which confused Pony. 'What the heck was he talking about?' He seemed to heard his un asked question "You're weak. You let your self get caught. How long have you been a SI?"
"…SI?"
"Self-injurer."
"Um…a while, I use to do it after my parents died…but I stopped for awhile…and my two friend died about 4 months ago…or something…and…"
"I've been cutting since I was 7. They are with me all day, every day. You got them too? I call them demons…cause that's what they are…"
Pony stayed silent.
Leo dropped his cigarette and stomped on it with a heavy black army boot, smothering it into the gravel below his booted foot. "The demons never go away kid. I've had them all my life, I still have them." With that the boy pushed past Pony, but pause, "Learn fast, kid. Get use to them, or you'll never make it…" Then he was gone, leaving the stunned Pony behind him.
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Ponys POV
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I stayed outside letting Leo's words register through my mind. He's been…an SI since he was 7. What in the world could've started him doing it that early.
I walked around the house, my eyes staring at the ground…
I felt…weird again. I needed pain…I wanted it.
No, I was here to get better…then I could go home.
But…wait…I foot kicked something. I looked down and saw a switch blade on the ground. It looked familiar…I slowly bent down and picked it up and gasped
It was Two-Bits switch blade…how the hell did it get here?
I was gone then…like I was on the outside of my body, and I had no control over it. The 'demons' did.
I wanted to stop.
But, I couldn't.
I couldn't stop them!
I flipped the blade open and I wasted no time. I pressed it against the pale ivory skin of the side of my stomach. Instantly I felt as if I was high.
There wasn't no "maybe" there anymore…I WAS sick. I knelt down and wiped the bloody blade on the grass before placing it in my pocket. I felt as if someone was staring at me but no one was around. I slowly raised my head to look up and I saw Leo looking out of our bed room window, a smirk plastered on his face.
Could he have…?
But when…?
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TBC!
MY GAWD…THIS WAS…RUSHED! I'm sorry I've been sick and I haven't been able to update sorry…and this is…not really good. I'LL TRY TO UPDATE BUT WHEN? I DON'T KNOW. MORE REVIEWS!