Post by Neon on Jan 17, 2008 9:53:20 GMT -5
Neon`s Past
Five years ago...
The eight year old stood in the alley, staring at the mysterious man. The man, in his late thirties, was bending over a girl who looked to be about sixteen. Neon stared at them, trying to take in the scene. The girl was screaming, crying, struggling to get away from the man. The man pinned her arms against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers. Neon didn`t understand. He thought kissing was a sign of happiness? His mother kissed him every night. So why was this girl so unhappy? He cocked his head and continued to watch. The man tore her shirt. The girl continued to cry out. The man removed the rest of her clothes. Neon stared in horror. The girl cried out and slunk to the ground, trying to protect herself. The man removed his own clothes. Before Neon could see any more, another guy, around eighteen, pushed past the young boy and jumped on the man. The girl grabbed her clothes and got up and ran. She ran past Neon, not looking twice at him. He turned his gaze back to the two men. The teenage boy was hitting him, screaming. The man was on the ground. The boy continued to hit him. He pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number, sitting on the man. Neon stared. A minute later the police came. They grabbed the man and threw him in a car and drove off. The boy slunk away, sighing. Neon took a step back, hiding himself in the shadows. The boy walked past, not noticing the younger child. The boy disappeired. The eight year old was left alone.
A week later, Neon was standing in the same alley. Staring, as always, completely silent. It was late. He heard people heading towards him. He was waiting. A few men came into veiw, hovering around a young girl. She was small, around seven or eight. Neon watched as the men tried to pick her up. She squeeled and took off running. The men chased her. Neon glared. He knew what was about to happen if the men caught her, and he didn`t want to see it again. Neon went up behind a man and tapped his back. The man turned and glared down at him.
"Leave her alone." Neon hissed. The man laughed and shoved him backwords.
"Go home kid."
"I said leave her alone." Neon kicked the guy in the shin. "Now." One of the other men grabbed his arm and held him up.
"Whats a kid like you doing out so late?" he demanded. Neon didn`t answer. "Looks like you`re looking for trouble." The girl, seeing her chance, took off running and disappeired into the night. The men glared and looked back at Neon. "Looks like you`ll be our toy tonight." Neon stared at him, his expression blank. He closed his eyes and awaited the coming torture....
Neon slunk into the house, leaning up against the wall for support. His mother flicked the light on, gasping at shock at the state he was in.
"Neon! What happened to you?!" she yelled. Neon remained silent. "I told you not to leave the house! I told you to stay here, and what do you do?! Get your ass in trouble again! Dammit Neon I thought you learned the last time!" Neon stared up at her, unblinking. "Do you like getting hurt?! Does it feel good to you?!" she shouted, grabbing his arm and digging her nails into his skin. "Why do you do this Neon!?" He said nothing, enduring what his mother was saying. "Dammit I`m sick of worrying about you!" She shoved him backwords. "Out at three in the morning, getting beat up by gangs! I bet you don`t even call for help! I bet you like it! I bet you like getting raped!" She yelled. Neon made no motion to move, or speak. "Dammit! DAMMIT!" she screamed, whipping around and stomping around the kitchen. She dug into a drawer and pulled out a knife. She walked back over and pinned the knife into the sleeve of his shirt. He stared, his eyes widening slightly in horror. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF!" she shouted, removing the knife and pointing it threateningly at him. Neon gave her a frightened look and turned, running back out of the house. Halfway down the lawn he tripped and scratched his arms and knees on the gravel. He could still hear his mother`s yells behind him, so he got up and ran as fast as he could down the road, tears welling up in his eyes.
A few weeks later...
Neon was sitting on the corner of the road. His hair was matted to his head, his eyes were a faded color. Tears still streaked down his face and his skin was extremely pale and shivering. His only clothes were a long black t-shirt and a pair of tan shorts. Snow fell softly from the sky and he cried into his hands. He was starving and weak, with bruises and cuts all over his body. He hadn`t stopped crying, even in his sleep. How much can I cry?he thought, wiping yet more tears away. I`m alone...
"Hello young boy." said a polite voice. He looked up to see an old woman offering her hand out. "What are you doing out here alone like this in such weather?" Neon sniffed and took her hand, standing up.
"I-I don`t have a home." he whispered, tears still dripping down his cheeks. Her face softened.
"No family?"
"My mommy hates me." The words slipped from his mouth and he collapsed into sobs again. To his suprise, the woman pulled him close to her so he could cry into her chest.
"I have a big house you know. I take homeless children like you and take care of them. Would you like to come and live with me?" Neon looked up at her with hope.
"C-can I?" he asked. She nodded and lifted him up, suprised at how light he was.
"Of course. Lets get you home and warm. I`ll make some cookies too." she smiled. "Do you have a name, young one?" He clung to her, burying his nose in her jacket,begging for warmth.
"N-neon." he murmured quietly. She smiled and ran her fingers through his matted hair.
"Nice to meet you, Neon." Neon smiled, his face hidden from sight. He closed his eyes, a final tear slipping down his cheek. The eight year old fell into a peaceful sleep, cradled in her arms. It was the last tear that he ever cried.
Five years ago...
The eight year old stood in the alley, staring at the mysterious man. The man, in his late thirties, was bending over a girl who looked to be about sixteen. Neon stared at them, trying to take in the scene. The girl was screaming, crying, struggling to get away from the man. The man pinned her arms against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers. Neon didn`t understand. He thought kissing was a sign of happiness? His mother kissed him every night. So why was this girl so unhappy? He cocked his head and continued to watch. The man tore her shirt. The girl continued to cry out. The man removed the rest of her clothes. Neon stared in horror. The girl cried out and slunk to the ground, trying to protect herself. The man removed his own clothes. Before Neon could see any more, another guy, around eighteen, pushed past the young boy and jumped on the man. The girl grabbed her clothes and got up and ran. She ran past Neon, not looking twice at him. He turned his gaze back to the two men. The teenage boy was hitting him, screaming. The man was on the ground. The boy continued to hit him. He pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number, sitting on the man. Neon stared. A minute later the police came. They grabbed the man and threw him in a car and drove off. The boy slunk away, sighing. Neon took a step back, hiding himself in the shadows. The boy walked past, not noticing the younger child. The boy disappeired. The eight year old was left alone.
A week later, Neon was standing in the same alley. Staring, as always, completely silent. It was late. He heard people heading towards him. He was waiting. A few men came into veiw, hovering around a young girl. She was small, around seven or eight. Neon watched as the men tried to pick her up. She squeeled and took off running. The men chased her. Neon glared. He knew what was about to happen if the men caught her, and he didn`t want to see it again. Neon went up behind a man and tapped his back. The man turned and glared down at him.
"Leave her alone." Neon hissed. The man laughed and shoved him backwords.
"Go home kid."
"I said leave her alone." Neon kicked the guy in the shin. "Now." One of the other men grabbed his arm and held him up.
"Whats a kid like you doing out so late?" he demanded. Neon didn`t answer. "Looks like you`re looking for trouble." The girl, seeing her chance, took off running and disappeired into the night. The men glared and looked back at Neon. "Looks like you`ll be our toy tonight." Neon stared at him, his expression blank. He closed his eyes and awaited the coming torture....
Neon slunk into the house, leaning up against the wall for support. His mother flicked the light on, gasping at shock at the state he was in.
"Neon! What happened to you?!" she yelled. Neon remained silent. "I told you not to leave the house! I told you to stay here, and what do you do?! Get your ass in trouble again! Dammit Neon I thought you learned the last time!" Neon stared up at her, unblinking. "Do you like getting hurt?! Does it feel good to you?!" she shouted, grabbing his arm and digging her nails into his skin. "Why do you do this Neon!?" He said nothing, enduring what his mother was saying. "Dammit I`m sick of worrying about you!" She shoved him backwords. "Out at three in the morning, getting beat up by gangs! I bet you don`t even call for help! I bet you like it! I bet you like getting raped!" She yelled. Neon made no motion to move, or speak. "Dammit! DAMMIT!" she screamed, whipping around and stomping around the kitchen. She dug into a drawer and pulled out a knife. She walked back over and pinned the knife into the sleeve of his shirt. He stared, his eyes widening slightly in horror. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF!" she shouted, removing the knife and pointing it threateningly at him. Neon gave her a frightened look and turned, running back out of the house. Halfway down the lawn he tripped and scratched his arms and knees on the gravel. He could still hear his mother`s yells behind him, so he got up and ran as fast as he could down the road, tears welling up in his eyes.
A few weeks later...
Neon was sitting on the corner of the road. His hair was matted to his head, his eyes were a faded color. Tears still streaked down his face and his skin was extremely pale and shivering. His only clothes were a long black t-shirt and a pair of tan shorts. Snow fell softly from the sky and he cried into his hands. He was starving and weak, with bruises and cuts all over his body. He hadn`t stopped crying, even in his sleep. How much can I cry?he thought, wiping yet more tears away. I`m alone...
"Hello young boy." said a polite voice. He looked up to see an old woman offering her hand out. "What are you doing out here alone like this in such weather?" Neon sniffed and took her hand, standing up.
"I-I don`t have a home." he whispered, tears still dripping down his cheeks. Her face softened.
"No family?"
"My mommy hates me." The words slipped from his mouth and he collapsed into sobs again. To his suprise, the woman pulled him close to her so he could cry into her chest.
"I have a big house you know. I take homeless children like you and take care of them. Would you like to come and live with me?" Neon looked up at her with hope.
"C-can I?" he asked. She nodded and lifted him up, suprised at how light he was.
"Of course. Lets get you home and warm. I`ll make some cookies too." she smiled. "Do you have a name, young one?" He clung to her, burying his nose in her jacket,begging for warmth.
"N-neon." he murmured quietly. She smiled and ran her fingers through his matted hair.
"Nice to meet you, Neon." Neon smiled, his face hidden from sight. He closed his eyes, a final tear slipping down his cheek. The eight year old fell into a peaceful sleep, cradled in her arms. It was the last tear that he ever cried.
