No hugs.Ava buried her head in her arms, still thinking intensely. "Uug...I just don't know..."
"What are you worried about?" Gamble asked.
She gruffly pulled her hat over her face. "Everything..."
"Can I hug you?"
"Because, i don't even know you yet..."
"Fair point. But you look like someone who needs hugs."
"Maybe." She said putting her feet on the table carelessly.
"So can I please hug you?"
"But you need hugs."
"Meh, I still say no."
"youknow you want one!"
"Um...are you sure it's me who wants one and not you?"
"Yep. I can read your head, missy."
"Hey! That's my head your reading, do you want a fist to your face?!"
"I just want to hug you!"
She flicked a straw at him. "No."
"Why can't I hug you?!"
"Becouse I said, no!"
"But why not?"
"Becouse I don't want a hug!"
"Why not though??"
"Becouse, Now stop asking, before I lose my frikkin temper you turdface!"
"Turdface! That's a new one!"
"Glad you like it. I think it suits you." She retorted
Brotherly LoveLight glowed off of the pools of the reddish-brown. Gamble hid within the art filled hallway leading to the front door, shaking and crying silently. He could hear sobbing. Zave’s sobbing. All the other sounds drained but the sobbing, the horrible, horrible sobbing. Guilt. Pain. Shame. Worry. Despair. Hopelessness. Curtis David Vinchi was dead. How? You had to ask, didn’t you, reader? Curtis David Vinchi was murdered at the hands of Gamble Sanity.
Why did Gamble do it? Well, it was tempting, of course. But he normally ignored the temptation. So what was it this time? It’s not like it was pleasing! Or… Was it?
Gamble liked having the fresh blood on his shoes. It was a feeling he longed for all day, every day. But he normally ignored it. He liked watching people cry. It was a feeling he longed for all day, every day. But he normally ignored it. The scariest of all? He liked feeling the guilt. It was a feeling he hadn’t longed for all day, everyday. But now he
The Corner Kid- The 1st CallThe boy pushed the numbers on the stolen phone, 9...1...1... An officer picked up. Before the police man could say anything the boy started talking, "this is the Corner Kid. There's a drug deal meeting, tonight at the gas station off 45th street." the kid hung up before anything more could be said. The 7 year old boy took off the gloves that were used to hide his finger prints on the stolen device, putting them in his hoody pocket, and walked out of the ally way, joining the traffic of people on the side walk without an indication of expression on his thin face.
The police found the stolen cell phone where the boy left it, on the ground in the ally way. they caught the Drug Dealers the kid had told them about, but the child was gone.
Hurt People"can you come out of their? We need to talk!" Olive banged on the door the the 17th time.
"No." he said, it was the first reply she'd gotten out of him, and she considered it progress.
"okay, can you just get over yourself? We're just people! You don't have to hide from us every second of everyday, like you do!" she huffed.
The door opened a crack, Curtis stood on the other side, Olive jumped when she got a good look at him, he looked like he-like he had been crying... But-b- Curtis couldn't cry, he didn't have expression, Olive thought.
"People, are not just people... They are thoughts, and ideas- pasts, and futures, they hold anger and joy, and so much pain... But one thing I've learned is that: Hurting people tend to hurt people, which is why I avoid them... Cause I'm the shattered one, who could break you, all with a signal thought" the door closed in Olives face, that was by far the longest sentence she had ever head him speak out loud...
Curtis returned to the safety of isolation