SHH... I know it's the name of a 1D song. I love it. So I made a title out of it. ---------------- I silently walked down the street, not paying attention to what was going on around me. I could hear giggles from little girls, and I just kept walking forward. Want to know why they were laughing at me? It's because I look different. I have silver hair, with some blue streaks in it, one golden eye, and one empty socket, but I wear and eyepatch, and my lips are a very bright shade of pink. It's not my fault I came into the world like this. My parents look exactly like me, and so does my little brother, but him and dad have gold hair. They all still have their two eyes. Mine just was decayed when I came out. I walked in my front door, to see my mother cooking, father reading the newspaper, and Jacobi was watching Star Wars. I went in my room, without saying anything, and flopped on my bed. I sighed and curled up in a ball. I was tired of all the names. "Alien" "Freak" "One eye" I buried my face in my pillow and cried. "Nhyomi, get up please...", Jacobi pleaded through the door. "Just leave me alone!", I screamed. I heard a sigh and footsteps getting quieter. I sat alone, upset, and hurt. I was about to fall asleep when I heard an ear splitting shriek. _________________ Feedback? Please?
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Part 2 I ran out of my bedroom, panicking. I heard my mother screaming. "JACOBI!! JACOBI WAKE UP!!" I quickly ran down the steps to see my little 9 year old brother lying unconscious, blood streaming from his head, and his eyes open in shock. I knelt down next to him, and took his hand crying. I stroked his golden hair and I felt it was sticky with blood. I kissed his cheek and looked at my mother sobbing. I walked over to her and gave her a small hug. She kissed my head and cried together. You probably are wondering why we aren't taking him to the hospital. Well, the doctors say that we're not welcome there because we scare the patients. "Do you know what happened?", I asked my mother quietly. "He was running, closing his eyes, as if trying not to cry, and he flipped over the railing.", she choked out. My eyes widened and I started sobbing. My last words to him were so bitter and mean. "Just leave me alone!" I made him cry. This is all my fault. I did this. Why? Why do I have to be different?