09-17-2010, 10:40 PM
Months. That's how long the boy'd been in 'foster care'. And he hated it. Not only was he taunted by the children but also by the adults. It was all because he had odd hair and odd eyes. He was abused because of that. When he actually thought about it he found it sad. But, he'd been abused when he'd lived with his mother, for about two years. He couldn't remember much about it, but he has scars to prove it. Now he was here and being abused again. He had so many scars that he couldn't even count them anymore. All because he had blue hair and multi-colored eyes. It just wasn't fair...
The boy sighed as he woke up that day, gingerly getting out from under his bed. He no longer slept in his bed, but under it. it was safer there. He grabbed a towel and bath stuff and went to the door. He looked around before scurrying into the bathroom and locking the door. He turned the water on cold and waited. Hot water burned his skin. Once it was cold enough, he got in and started washing his cuts, whimpering a bit. Oh, how they burned. He knew he had to clean them though. Once he finished he got out and dressed again. His stomach growled as he did this. He sighed and took his stuff back to the room. After storing it under his bed, he walked down the hall and ran into two bigger boys. They glared at him before beating on him. The boy curled into the fetal position, until they got tired of him. Once they were gone he got up. He had the beginnings of a black eye and more cuts all over his face. He was just glad they didn't break anything this time. Wincing, he headed to the dining hall and got breakfast. He curled in the corner to eat, being stared at the whole time.
He had to get out of here...
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