i thought of a story and would likke to know if i should continue writing it. help me out!




i have discovered something, and i wish i hadnt, you know that some things should be left unsaid and secret, well, from where im standing...it wasnt a secret anymore. in fact it was only hidden from me. every one ithought i new, new. except me. why they chose to tell me finally i guess they dont even know themselves. i new something was up since the very begining but i never really thought about it, their faces pretty much told the whole story and i was just too obliviouse to everything and everyone around me. i just cannot understand why they refused to tell me till i forced them. i guess i should start from the begining i suppose.

it had started out just like every other day, i woke up, got ready to go, then headed to school. but on my way i met this boy. he was small and fragile looking. he looked as if he hadnt eaten in years. his presence frightened me. he looked no younger than 15 the same as me. but his face, body and clothes were dirty and bloody. his clothes seemed more like rags. his hair untidy and black except the right half. it looked as it had been bleached. and it covere the right side of his face. his face was pale and had stitches. his eyes were wide and black bags were under his eyes like he had never slept a day in his entire life. along his arms were stitches, cuts and bruises. same as his legs except the left one was bandaged. his hands were bandaged and oh god! his left hand! i think someone had cut off his fingers only leaving the thumb and forefinger. his feet were too bandaged and he wore flip flops. his clothes torn and ragged. he was wearing shorts,i believe it couldve been jeans, and a white bloody t-shirt with a very lond slash across it and you could see part of his chest and stomach stitched, scarred and bleeding, he had a horrible open wound and the stitches looked like an amature had done it.

he was limping toward me his right arm out stretched as if he was reaching for me. i froze, scared and worried, wondering what was going to happen. i couldnt speak it seemed as if someone had super glued my mouth shut. the boys eyes were dark and empty. i just stared as he got closer and closer time had stoped for me right then. he stopped limping when he was next to me, arm still out stretched. he was shaking. and those dark eyes were so... sad. i turned to him looking from the side of him. he then spoke.

" they're calling." then... his legs gave out.

he fell onto the ground unconciouse. blood was all over him. it was fresh blood. the sight of it made me wanna puke. i didnt know if he was alive and even though i was scared i had to checked for a pulse. i bent down and put two fingers on his wrist slowly i was holding my breathe. thank god! i felt a weak beat. i relaxed and pulled his armk around me and pretty much dragged him to the nearest house. i knocked rapidly at the door till some one came opened. my class mate jesse opened the door. he was a boy, black short hair, and a little tubby.

" fuck panda! what the hell! its effin 3 am im not going to school early for that club alright!"

" Jesse i need your help! now!" i was frantically trying to breathe.

" god! whys there blood on you? what happened?! did someone mugg you!?" i pointed to the boy. i had layed him down on the grass.

"did he do it?! ill set that shit straight!?"

" no! i carried him here because you were nearest! something happened to him!"

" lets bring him in! hurry!" we both ran to where i left him on the lawn and together carried him into the house and layed him on the hard wood floor. the site of blood was making me ill.

"god!" jesse said, " get a wet towel and the first aid kit in the kitchen in the right cubbored now!"

"shouldnt we call 911?"

" damn it panda! you know all phones in town are down!"

"right ill go get the kit!" i ran, got the kit then ran back and handed it to jesse with shacking hands. he got out scissors and carfully cut off the boys shirt that was sticking to his skin.

" i need the wet towel now!" i ran into the bathroom and soaked a towel then ran back. i watched as he wiped the boys chest and cut off the poorly done stitches got out a needle and this string lookin stuff. and stiched him up a lot better then put oint ment on them then did the same to the rest of him i left the room i felt too sick to watched then jesse called me. i went back in and he told me to run the tub with warm water. i ran into the bathroom and did so. i went back to help jesse to help carry the boy and set him in the tub. he was still wearing his shorts. jesse left the room to get clothes for him as i washed him up. after he was clean me and jesse got him out put bandages on him and ointment. jesse dressed him in a t-shirt and shorts so hed be comfy. we laid him on the couch.