Don't call my name;Open

[Domino]

Both hands in his pocket, he wouldn’t even look at him…not ever feeling as if a halo was around him, Wrapped around his finger…holding grasp on to him, seeing that he loved him, and he had to choose, there was nothing to loose nothing at all. Why would he call him out, or even call his name…why would he leave him here like this…why…he wasn’t a baby…but his dad beg to differ. The flames would burn him forever in hell, and forever shall he fight, he hated the sight of him…he wanted to let him go but he just…couldn’t

Yelling with anger, he scream pulling his hair out of his head, he wanted the voice to stop wanted to separated himself from imperfection, he was ugly and not beautiful like his father made him to be, he was broken…just a baby still haven’t grown…he was sick of it, he could smell the scent on his clothes the horrible smell of monstrosity and envy. What a beast!! He picked up the trash can, and threw it…he hated it all of it, he just wanted it to end, he fell to see his reflection, and what it appeared to be was a ugly face…

With no home to go to, no one to love or anyone to hold him, screaming and crying he smacked it away, and covered his face with his monstrous tears… What are you doing?....your letting it get to you…we are one, and they are the monsters! The little monsters called humans!!! he held his head, and stood screaming ” I HATE YOU…GET OUT OF MY HEAD..YOUR THE REASON WHY I’M A MONSTER” screaming to the top of his lungs, banging his head around, kicking and screaming, he eventually fell, and laid there crying…not wanting to move.

[/font]

[Shiloh Summerland]

Shiloh Summerland had just finished off a decent meal at a local restaurant, and was now walking it off. A little exercise after eating did her some good to keep her from becoming drowsy and sleeping the rest of the day away. Another reason was because the street was pretty cluttered with cars, so she had to park pretty far from the restaurant. Not that she really minded walking, but she would have liked to have her car close by so she could have kept an eye on it. She hoped that no one had scratched up her car or anything, since she was quite protective of it. If there was anything that she considered her baby it was her car, and there was a good reason for it. She had a 1976 Chevy Camaro in her possession which was still in pretty good condition, and ran like a dream. Mostly because she was always on top of its maintenance.

She had been walking down the street near some back alleyways, normally they would make anyone uneasy to walk by them. But she didn't scare easy do to all of the things she had seen in her twenty plus years. Over all that time she had seen so many things that were much worse and frightening. Besides she could easily break the arm or fingers of anyone who was dumb enough to attempt to mug her. She had been about to pass by another alleyway when she barely missed getting hit with a flying trash can. She cursed loudly as she avoided the garbage tumbling out of the metal can. She was also about to exchange some heated words with whichever asshole thought it was alright to be throwing things around like that. Before she could she had heard a voice yelling some pretty odd stuff.

She debated about weither she would still say something to them or not. She wasn't really comfortable with dealing with people outside of jobs, she sort of had this aversion to social interaction with people. But who could blame with everything that had happened in her past. So to her it was best to keep a distance from people, especially ones you didn't know, or seemed hostile. From the tone of the voice she heard, this one would probably fall under the hostile column. Maybe a little crazy as well, she thought. Best to keep her nose out their business, and she kept walking thought for a brief moment she thought she felt something. But it had been so brief that she just shook it off, it was probably nothing she told herself and kept heading down the street towards her car.