"Go away. We really don't want you here." The children all nodded at Zelda in agreement. "Can't you see you are just a freak." I lay in a puddle of my own blood. Bruised and battered from the torment and torture Zelda and the others had put me through. I could tell I had a broken rib or two and my leg was at an odd angle.
"What are you all doing?!" A boy around my age walked up. His hair was black and his skin tanned. But what got my attention the most were his eyes. Blood. That is what they looked like. Just like mine. I smiled and a laugh escaped me. Zelda looked down at me and spat. It hit me in the face but I didn't care. I kept looking at the boy.
"Are you ok?" It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. He saw my leg and gasped. "You are not ok. We need to get you to the nurse, or a hospital." The strange boy picked me up. He made sure not to move to much as to not josle my wounds.
Before I knew what I was doing I said, "You're lovely to look at." I flushed. What did I just say? The boy seemed just as embarrassed.
"You seem like an interesting person. What is your name?"
"Sheik." I had never had to give my name to anyone, because I already knew everyone and they knew me, and to stay away from me. It was an experience I had never thought I would have, as simple as it was.
"Cool name. Not very easy to forget, quite unique." A thought occurred to me.
"What is your name?" The boy stopped. He seemed nervous, but I didn't know why. After much hesitation I heard a light mumble. "Come again I can't hear you." Even though I was in immense pain, I couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's awkward, shy side.
"Dark."