Chapter 2: Echoing whispers
Hello... who wanted to just hug and love on Lloyd in the last chapter? Raise your hand. *raises 5 somehow* ANYWAYS I am back with another chapter and I hope you enjoy it!
Soon enough the commotion about Lloyd spread throughout every hall, every room, and every dark and mysterious corner of Darkly's. He was now the talk of the building, and not in a good way.
"Unloved Lloyd is such a crybaby." One kid snickers to another.
"Oh my god did you hear about what Lloyd did? I heard he threw a tantrum in the middle of class." Others whisper.
"Well, I heard he peed his pants after he knew his parents never loved him." An older boy chuckles evilly with his friends.
"Look! It's unloved, Lloyd!" Some kids chant, pointing at the little blonde boy. Young Lloyd's eyes flood with tears as his stomach twists and turns, creating a feeling of nausea and vulnerability. Yet he somehow successfully hides it, showing a stilted manner.
It's funny how that works. How you could be depressed and lament on the inside yet you look perfectly fine on the outside... it's very sad however when you learn it at a young age, such as Lloyd. Once you find out how to form the wall it will never stop building... it just gets higher and higher, never reaching its zenith.
Lloyd just minds his own business, trying to block out all of the outside worlds negativity. Yet, eventually he becomes a vagabond, walking from corner to corner of darkly's trying to find peace, but everywhere he turns he sees the sour disapproving faces of darkly's boys. Eventually, he just can't handle the overwhelming impetus to bewail and scream at the top of his lungs, so he gets an ingenious idea...
The next day...
"Lloyd!?" A voice shouts, running after a little boy. The blonde boy is a blur from his speed as he turns a sharp corner, but the person chasing him isn't far behind. They dash and suddenly Lloyd bursts out the door, and into the wood. "LLOYD NO!" The voice cries, starting to become exhausted after the run.
The little boy zips through the woods, breathing unevenly, heart pounding out of his chest, blonde hair swooping in the wind. He felt free... freer then he has since... well... forever. He felt as if there was more to the world then trying to please and finding his parents. There was more to life than Darkly's.
"I'm never going back!" he cries with pain and heartache, but at the same him he was very visage in his expressions, and his expressions showed joy. FInally, the echoing whispers where done with, no more, zilch, nothing.
He continues running then looks back, thinking of where he would go and who will watch out for him. "Pft... I don't need nobody." He states, looking back forward, on the spur of the moment everything went black.