Post by Hunter Lodge III on Dec 3, 2009 3:36:02 GMT -5
Why was this girl being so nice to him? Hunter was confused. People rarely treated him with anything more than indifference and if they did it usually meant bad things for him. But this girl was completely different. She was unfailingly kind, and pretty and compassionate and Hunter knew he did not deserve any of it! Frustration welled up within him as she attempted to stop the flow of blood and he pulled his head away.
“I don't need you help!” he shouted, feeling awful about it the whole time. He didn't want to yell at Annie, he didn't want to be mean to her, but she got close. Too close. And it was all he knew to push her away. He didn't know if she could tell what he said, and he realized the shouting made no difference, but he continued it anyway. “Why don't you just leave me the hell alone!” Hunter clumsily got to his feet, putting the sleeve of his shirt under his nose as he stumbled back wards.
These reactions were what made him a loner. He was so used to people bullying him or mocking him that at some point Hunter learned it was easier to push people away before they could learn what a freak he was, what a loser he was. There was no way he could believe that this girl could ever like him, that she would ever want to spend more than a fleeting moment thinking about his well being. It all had to be some sort of trick.
Wasn't it?
He wanted to run, but he found himself unable. He just stood, staring at the deaf girl. Werewolves couldn't hear thoughts like some vampires. Werewolves couldn't manipulate humans like some vampires. For a brief glimmer of a moment, Hunter wished he were a vampire.
“I don't need you help!” he shouted, feeling awful about it the whole time. He didn't want to yell at Annie, he didn't want to be mean to her, but she got close. Too close. And it was all he knew to push her away. He didn't know if she could tell what he said, and he realized the shouting made no difference, but he continued it anyway. “Why don't you just leave me the hell alone!” Hunter clumsily got to his feet, putting the sleeve of his shirt under his nose as he stumbled back wards.
These reactions were what made him a loner. He was so used to people bullying him or mocking him that at some point Hunter learned it was easier to push people away before they could learn what a freak he was, what a loser he was. There was no way he could believe that this girl could ever like him, that she would ever want to spend more than a fleeting moment thinking about his well being. It all had to be some sort of trick.
Wasn't it?
He wanted to run, but he found himself unable. He just stood, staring at the deaf girl. Werewolves couldn't hear thoughts like some vampires. Werewolves couldn't manipulate humans like some vampires. For a brief glimmer of a moment, Hunter wished he were a vampire.