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Adam looked at him and listened as the boy spoke. He didn't like telling people about his life. He rather listen to the rumors that people seemed to enjoy putting out about him. He soon looked off to the side again. For a moment he let himself just sit in silence as he wondered if he should tell his life tale. It wasn't as bad as people had turned it into. It was simple and sad. He had once had an easy and typical life, but good things always have to end. That's what he believes anyway. He shook his head slightly and then heard what the boy said about his eyes. He soon looked over at him. He bit his bottom lip softly and then he released it. He didn't know how he was going to respond to this. He had never been asked to explain his story before and he had never been complimented on his eyes.
Adam suddenly shook his head forcing himself to stop thinking and to actually answer the boy at least some how. Usually he wouldn't tell his story. He thought that it was just another way to make people feel bad for him. He cleared his throat. "I must say first that... Kids at the school make my story out much worse then it really truly is." He said. He ran a hand through his hair. "They make up things that didn't really happen and its annoying." He growled in anger, but the anger wasn't towards the boy it was towards all of the kids that thought it was funny to make up things about a person who had done nothing to them. He soon looked down at the floor. "My eyes are the things that got me into this situation and... I thought that one day they would get me out." He said.
"When I was about six... My mother noticed that I was losing color in my left eye. At first it didn't seem like anything was wrong with it. I could still see out of it and I never acted like it hurt. My eyes were normally pale, but slowly the left one just got paler and paler. My father at first didn't mind it. He just thought that my eye color might be changing and he figured that this would be alright. It was natural. I was just a child, so I didn't think anything of it. By the time I turned twelve... I had completely lost my sight in my left eye. I couldn't see anything out of it and the doctors had no explanation for it. I still didn't really mind though. I mean it was just me. I figured it was just something that would go away... You know... Like a sickness... I guess I was ignorant." He said sighing softly.
"Anyway... My father grew angry about me loosing sight in my eye and he blamed my mother for it. Instead of leaving her though like he should have... He took on a lover... He stayed away from the house and he would be gone several nights in a row... He had also taken on drinking. My mother became the only one that was able to take me to the doctor when they requested me. A day before my sixteenth birthday the doctors told my mom that I was going blind. My mother told my father and everything went even worse... My father came home at midnight that night. He killed my mother and then committed suicide. I hid from people that came to the house. They figured that if I didn't want to come with them then they would leave me. I grew up on my own. Through trial and error I lived my life." He said.
He took a deep breath and then slowly let it out. "Other kids blamed me for killing off my parents and then other rumors went around..." He said. He soon shrugged slightly and then he looked down. He closed his eyes for a moment and then he opened them to look at the boy. "Now... I can't sleep well at night... I fear losing the sight in my other eye... I don't want to wake up to blackness... Plus I dream... I dream of meeting someone that can put up with me... They are suppose to help me... I want to see them before I go fully blind, but then again... There is no one like that in the world." He said.
Danny took the glass and sipped at it in silence as he listened to the boy speak, and then, after a while, he held int down and spoke once more, "I already told you, I am not quick to judge, and so I do not pressume either." He told him quietly "Although, you shouldn't just pressume either. Just because I am here, doesn't mean I have come here to be your friend, meaning I can even have the chance to betray you... it doesn't mean I haven't come here to be your friend either. Even if that was so, there is no way of telling if I would or would not, or even could betray you." he muttered with a shrug. He spoke almost cryptic, and he hoped what he was saying was making sense to this boy. "if i am going to find out about 'What you have done and why you really are alone' then why don't you just tell me now. And If i hate you afterwards, then it is no harm done, instead of growing attached to me or starting to like me and then I find out and you become depressed or what ever." he said quietly with a small shrug of his shoulders, thinking that was an obvious thing to do.
"Oh, and I don't make fun of people, I know what that is like, I think people who make fun of others are scum and piss takers, it isn't like anyone is perfect... Although, you should let the fact that some people have hurt you, make you spiteful towards others. My mum and dad have practically disowned me, but I'm not here taking it out on you, quite the contrary actually." He said quietly, sipping his drink again lightly, his chest getting tight from talking so much. Although, it was probably as he had never had anyone who would listen to his gabble on like this guy did. He then realised he didn't know his name or vise versa. "I'm Danny by the way... I really like your eyes, there really cool." He said quietly, also wondering why this guy would not look at him, but thought best not to push him.
Adam looked around the kitchen going through cupboards trying to find the cups that he did keep. He sometimes tended to put stuff in the wrong place and then he would lose it and it would anger him. He found a glass and then he checked the water making sure that it was cold. He soon started walking back towards the living room. He looked at the boy on his couch and sighed softly. He didn't know for sure what he should say to the boy. He knew that he came off cold, but that was how he usually was. That was the only way he knew how to be towards people anymore. He couldn't let his guard down because he would end up hurt he was sure. He offered the glass out to the boy. The glass was clean and the water was clean. He kept the house nice because it was easy.
"I never use to be cold and cruel... You see people change you. People treated me wrong... So now... I treat them the way they have treated me. They've betrayed me just like you will." He said looking at the boy. The way he spoke was filled with resentment for the human kind. He knew that he shouldn't be that way, but anymore he just couldn't help it anymore. He soon sighed softly and then he looked off to the side. He didn't know what he was going to do now. He was so confused on why he had let this boy in the house. "Like everyone else you will learn who I am and what I've done and why I am really out here alone and then you will know who I am or assume you know who I am and you will make fun like the rest. You are like every other person on this world." He said.
He took a deep breath and then he slowly let it out. He sat in a chair and looked down at the ground. He didn't know what he should do now. He soon looked off to the side. He didn't like looking people in the face. He always found that he got instantly angry when he looked at people. He soon shook his head and then he looked up at the ceiling. He would do anything he could so that he didn't have to look at people. "I don't hide from my emotions or anything like that." He said.
Kinsey was greatful as he stumbled after the boy, and although the movement was all very rough, he was lucky that the boy was kind enough to let him inside. "Well, I don't hate you... I'm Danny, and thank you, that would help dearly." He muttered, taking in long deep breaths to try and calm himself down and his chest. He rubbed his temples and srcewed his face up. His head felt so very light, yet so very heavy at the same time, it was really confusing. He let his hands fall to his sides in dispair and hhe let his head fall backwards. "Although," He began "I am not the sort of person to judge straight off, I have no right too, so I guess it all depends. People shouldn't all hate you though, maybe they just don't, maybe they just don't know you... Or your cold glares scare them off." he chuckled weakly before his face screwed up in pain and he pressed a clenched fist to his chest. he cleared his throat and sighed lightly.
He thought about his impression on the boy so far, he was pretty cold, that much was obvious, but he had, had the heart to take Danny in when he was struggling outside, and when he had sat him down on the sofa, Danny was sure he smiled at him, it was very faint but he was posotive it was a smile. "your just hiding from an emotion or a feeling right?" he asked, calling into the kitchen. swallowing again as he wondered what the boy was doing, he hadn't taken that long, but he was so quiet earlier and seemed so cold that Danny worried slightly, he even wondered if the boy was just his imagination, or a ghost. He couldn't believe someone would really live here. He looked around the almost empty room and he thought of all the needless furniture in his room, and some of the spare things in the garage."maybe I can let him have some, the two apes wouldn't realise one bit." he muttered under his breath to himself.
Danny wasn't exactly a kind person. He did care for others feelings, and he did worry all the time about people, but he wasn't like those eccentrics who were like saints or something. He was however rather bold, speaking his mind and making sure to put his point across clearly incase the other person didn't understand what he was trying say. He was a little loopy, but wasn't everyone? In general he was also quite happy, although, his anger could be a problem, and so could depression.
Adam looked at the boy. His eyes were cold and hateful. He didn't know what to say to him. He apparently didn't know anything about him. He soon took a step back when the boy spoke to him. He didn't want to deal with this right now. He soon realized that the boy seemed to be looking at his blind eye. He looked down again and let his hair fall in front of his face. He refused to let his eye be seen by a boy that he didn't know or like at the moment. He didn't like the fact that the boy was here. He hadn't answered the boy at all when he heard the boy apologize about starring off. He didn't know what he was going to say to this. He hadn't ever really met someone that has apologized to him. He backed up a few more steps. He didn't like being close to people.
He bit his bottom lip softly watching the boy. He didn't know what he was going to do now. He soon ran a hand through his hair which pushed some of it back away from his eyes. He soon watched as the boy fell. He backed up more unsure of what he should think of this. When the boy got up and was closer to him and holding himself up, Adam backed up a bit more. He watched him for a long moment. He then sighed softly. He didn't want someone dying out here. that's all I need is someone thinking that I murdered this boy on my porch... He thought. Soon he shook his head and sighed. He reached out and took a hold of the boy's arm. He looked at the boy and then he turned his head away and lead the boy carefully into the house.
He looked at the boy. He tilted his head slightly as he led the boy into his living room. The living room hardly had anything in it. He slowly led the boy to the couch and sat him down. He looked at him and smiled faintly. He ran a hand through his hair and then he dropped his hands down to his side. He didn't know what he should say to this. He looked at him for a long time and then he looked away from him. He remembered everything the boy had asked outside. He had wanted to know why he lived here alone in the forest. He didn't know if he wanted to explain that. He sighed and then he shook his head dismissing his own thoughts and looking back at the boy.
"I live in this forest alone in this house because people don't like me." He said cruelly. He then turned and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll get you some water... You sound like you are going to need it." He said simply. He didn't really like talking to people. He hated dealing with people in general. He wasn't acting as coldly as he usually did, but it was only a matter of time before he started to act that way.
As Danny aproached the house he looked up from the floor and paused, standing in the door way was a figure. It was hard to tell first of all the age or gender of the figure, but as he got closer it became aparent that is was a boy, then maybe in his late teens early twenties, and then he realised the boy's head was hanging slightly and his hair was infront of his face. He watched as the boy lifted his head up and he saw the cold smile and a small shivver of fright was sent through his bones as he swallowed hard. Then he blinked lightly as he noticed the boys eyes, one was a blue, but the other one was amazing, it was like a clear or a white or something along those lines. or maybe it was just a really pale colour, or even the trick of his own eyes and the lightly. He began to proceed forwards until he was only a few feet away and he was absolutely certain the boys eye was like a clear or white colour.
Danny knew it would be rude to start off with something which could well possibly be a touchy topic for the boy so he started of with a small "Hello." He looked at the boy normally, he was a normal person after all, his eye was maybe just a colour pigmant problem, or he could be blind... He knew people who were albino basically had a colour pigmant problem, and that is why their skin was white, their hair was white their eyes an extremely white blue or even white as well, it wasn't as if people treated them much different.
Danny stood and looked at the boy, wondering if he was going to get an answer, then he spoke, and it was as if something was speaking for him and he realised he had spaced out a bit, but he asked, "What are you doing in an old house in the middle of a forest." Although as he finnished saying this he wondered what he was doing by an old house in the middle of a forest. Then all the recent memories flushed around and through his head, angering him once more and his face screwed up momentarily. "Stupid parents." he mumbled to himself, trying to concentrate on one thing at a time, although it was difficult as he felt light head from the lack of oxygen and he was slightly dizzy from trying to sort all his problems out in his head all at once.
Kinsey looked up at the boy again, "Sorry, I'm tired and I have asthma and no pump, I find it hard to concentrate and think one this at a time, so don't mind me if I just like... stare off into the floor or something." He mumbled sheepishly, wondering if the boy had already answered him and he had been spaced out so far he didn't even realise. Infact, how long has he been standing there. Although as he looked at the boys face it seemed it had probably only been at maximum a minute, but his head would just not seem straight and he didn't seem to know it but he was swaying slightly from side to side and back and forth a bit, and he fell to his knees hit eye lids flickering for a few seconds. "What the?" He muttered, "how did I end up here?" He asked himself, not remembering being on the floor, wassn't he standing up only ten seconds or so. He quickly climbed to his feet and rested his head against the side of the house, only a foot or two from Adam now. "C-can I come in... Please." He mumbled, his fingers trying to grip the sides of the house and support him upwards.
Adam looked around. The house was empty except for a few things. Most of it had been thrown out by him. He sighed softly and then he shook his head. He was never able to deal with things well anymore. He didn't like people and really if everyone died he wouldn't care. He had lost his family at a young age. He was only about nineteen right now. He lost his family died when he was fifteen. He had lived alone for four years and for some reason he really didn't care. He didn't like thinking about this kind of thing. His family was what made him hate people. He knew that he shouldn't hate people that had taken care of him, but he blamed them for everything. He sighed and stood up from the couch he was sitting on.
He crossed over to the door. He had a bad feeling that someone was nearby. He didn't like that feeling. He bit his bottom lip softly and then he released his lip. He looked out the window. His eyes were odd which was one reason he got made fun of at the high school a lot. His right one was light blue and then other one was clear. He hated his eyes, but that didn't matter though. He could see the boy with his right eye though. He smiled faintly and then he moved towards the door more. He opened the door and looked at him. He wasn't sure what he should think of this. Usually no one came around this area. Most people thought that he was dangerous when he was at home. That's why everyone made fun of him at school.
He smirked coldly. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was really unsure of what to think. He looked down letting his hair fall in front of his face. He didn't mind his face being covered. He didn't like having his eyes being seen. He knew that no one liked them. He shook his head slightly and then he slowly looked up at the boy again. It seemed like he was coming towards the house.
Danny ran out the front door, slamming it hard behind him, "Stupid, bloody idiots!" he shouted, running down the path and across the road. He needed to just cool down, maybe he should find somewhere in the forest to stay. It shouldn't rain tonight, or at least he hoped it shouldn't. He still wasn't used to how this place worked yet, but he took his chance. he ran into the woods and through the tree's, not looking where he was really going, and only making sure not to run into any tree's on the way.
Danny stumbled so many times he lost count, and he fell over twice, slicing his trousers on something shrp and cutting his leg slightly, and falling over a fallen tree and into anouther one, crushing his shoulder.
He cursed constantly, but didn't stop running. He felt stupid, he didn't have a drink with him, and he was asthmatic and tired, yet he just wouldn't give up, and as he slowed down and panted, his breath became slightly whezzy.
Danny sighed and after a short ten minute break and tones of producing and swallowing his own syliver to calm his dehydration and breathing slightly, he finally stood up straight and quietly carried on through the woods, not yet looking for a spot to stay, but looking for a deeper part of the forest. He began to go left as he could still see the edge of the forest through the tree's to his right. He walked slowly and had a finger either side of his head, massaging his temples hard and slowly. He sighed and carried on, realising he had no idea where he was. 'Oh well, that is a problem I will have to deal with when it comes to the time I have to eat and drink.' he thought to himself as he began to look around and froze. "I haven't got to the other side already have I?" He mumbled quietly to himself as he saw a shape much like a house, but it was a bit far away and the tree's were blocking the majority of the veiw anyway.
Danny proceeded forwards, making the choice that if it was a house, and at the end of the forest, he wouldn't bother and would turn back. Although he was pretty confident that he was almost only about dead centre of the forest rather than the end already.
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