LifeOfRed

It was night time already and the rain poured heavily. The rain poured so hard it block a man’s view and the loud sound didn’t help him at all. Running through the rain, the man panted and was covered with panic and fear. The man was running away, running for his life. From what you ask? Well, just some distances behind that man was another man, chasing him with no sign of giving up. Though the man had screamed for help, it was blocked by the sound of the rain.   Reaching his limit, the man tripped by himself to the wet hard ground. Quickly he turned around and was trying to get up and run again, but it was too late. The chaser

"Scream for me" You couldn't help but shake at those words. Oliver's eyes danced with pink and blue rainbows, tainted by madness. Shivers crawled up your spine at the way he smiled, the way his eyes bore into yours. Behind him, you could see Italy struggling furiously, his eyes blazing with pure fury. You stared back at Oliver, trying your best not to be scared, to be brave. Though you shook with fear, you stared him down, letting him know you would not be afraid. Oliver's eyes narrowed. His smile dipped into a frown. The grip on your chin increased. His words were laced with venom. "I said: Scream for me." He whispered. The blade press

  You sat alone at the lunch table at the far end of the cafeteria. You were constantly bullied and only had a small selection of friends who unfortunatly did not have lunch with you this period.   You were an outcast; you were treated badly since you acted more childish then most of the people in your grade. The worst kids were the popular girls who boasted about how much better they were then you.   You saw one of the main girls of the group come up to you,"So ______, alone again I see." You see some of her lackies come up from behind, smirking contently,"Maybe you should put some makeup on that face. Some pe

'Street rat. Servant boy. Filth. Slave.' These painful words rang bounced around the bazaar as you walked by. They weren't directed at you but at the meek boy who was always in the market. He was so clumsy and always accidentally broke something and his master had to pay for it. Every day, you could see his fear, you could see the bruises and the scars on his tiny body from afar. You could see those blue eyes trying to hold on and be strong while it's obvious that he's afraid of everything. Not once have you seen anyone show him kindness let alone love. Maybe if someone, if you did something, would it change? You were an ordinary young adult