I Don't Want To Be Monster (open)

[meiko]

I didn't even make it home from work. I needed to run, to clear my head. Maybe fresh air will help. I could hear every footstep, every breath. My mind couldn't put everything together. Today I really had done it. I went way too far. That poor ,poor girl. Why would I freak out over her tripping!. "How useless are you! You can't even do the simple thing of walking! If your ever in the games you will be the first to go!"

I had to whip away a few tears, too many people were still around. I had to get far away. Before the tears start, last thing I need is my partents hearing about me crying. I ran faster and less in rythme. I probly looked like I was running for my life. I had to get out of sight before the tear took over. I fought down the lump in my throat. I could barely see through the welling up tears.

I finally ended up somewhere near the fence. I couldn't full see where, I just broke down and cried. I laid down and let the tears run. Taking all the pain and memory of today going with them She looked up at with big round eyes. She was hurt and scared. The fear shook me so hard. She was looking at me as if she saw a monster. Have I really become a monster. Someone that no one wants to see at night? Or ever at that, alone?

Wasn't that better, to be feared? I pushed the hair out my face. I knew my scare on my face was showing. But no one was around to see. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. But there was that look again and the tears started again. I wasn't to be strong.... not a monster. Not something for my own Distract to fear. I just wanted people to not talk to me and not be my friend. Not to hide when I come around. "B-but...that's what happeninggg" I let out and wail and covered my face while I cried. I really needed a hug. And god knows my mother and father wouldn't do that. I thought I heard footsteps. But I couldn't be sure. I took a few deep breath and fought back the tears. I wasn't about to let anyone see me cry and think I was weak. I needed my parents to be proud of me.

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[meiko]

I Heard someone ask me what was wrong. I turned around to snap but i stopped before I could say anything. He was just a kid. I swallowed my wrong and whipped away my tears. I chewed on my lip as I thought. Where did he come from. And how long has he been here?

This has been the second person who snuck up on me. I gave out a sigh And looked at the boy harshly. "Where did you come from. And how much did you see." My voice was calm but had an edge to it. I couldnt help but hate myself for this. Not after seeing that girls eyes.

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ooc: short post is short, idk really. just wanted to get something in before school.

[meiko]

He seemed to fear me enough. Even though he saw me wail like a baby. I narrowed my eyes at him as he spoke. I growled at the thought of seeing me crying. No one was suppose to see that. I'm going have to scare him into not telling anyone. I pushed myself off the ground, but stopped dead in my tracks when he asked for my name. Thats when I noticed something in his eyes. Sure the boy was scared. But he was refusing to run.

It was as if he was wanting to stay. I gave him a questioning look for a moment. Then spoke slowly. Unsure of him."I'm Tristan..." I stepped closed and leaned my face to him. Looking at him hashly. "Who are you." I needed to know and he was going to tell me. One way or another.

[molly]

Candace Gates

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Candace clutched at her small, red jacket she had grabbed on her way out of the house, wrapping it closer around her body. The bright morning sun had been deceiving, quickly covered over by a grey cloud that threatened rain. With one hand she attempted to zip up her jacket, the other occupied on taming her hair. It was being pushed in her face from the autumn winds, and she found herself spitting hair out of her mouth, which wasn't overly attractive. She soon gave up on both her hair and her jacket zip. It wasn't making much of a difference, anyway.

The girl rounded a corner and paused. A ginger girl and a smaller boy were both standing close, only inches from each other, and for a moment Candace thought she was interrupting a romantic moment. That was, until she noticed the red-head's face, a harsh, angry expression. "Who are you?" she said, her voice just as cold as her facial expression.

Candace stood still for a moment. I should keep walking. It really isn't any of my business.

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"Are you two okay? You look ... stressed." She coughed lightly into her hand, using the other to brush the hair from her face now the wind had calmed down somewhat. "I'm Candace, by the way."
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[meiko]

I heard a female voice asking if we were ok. I looked her with the same look same I was giving the boy. She kept talking. "Your Candace?" I look back at the boy" See she tells me her name and I didn't have to ask." I bit my lip. I let a joke slid. DAMNIT. How am I suppose to scarey when I'm joking. I gave out a huge sigh and offered my hand to Candace. "Yes...I'm very stressed. I'm Tristen. Suppose to be meanst girl around..." I looked at both of them and sighed again. How didn this happen!!. "Come both of you and sit if you want. Sometime and actor just has to stop." I sat down with a sigh.