Snippet #1391553

Today was going to be a bad day. I knew it the minute Lyle bunched up the fabric of my shirt in his fist. But I really knew it when that Savannah had ran off, most likely crying. It wasn't that I didn't like him, because he was an okay kid, really. It was just how things always ended up playing out. How one of the more fragile boys always ended up being some broken hearted rapunzel, just so one of the other guys could play there big boy role. The fact of the situation was, and always will be, there isn't no one that can save you from yourself. Not your friends, or brother, or daddy dearest. It's hard, but its reality. You think that I wanted to believe that blankets couldn't protect you from the monsters under the bed? I didn't, but the truth of it was, fabric wasn't going to keep away the boogey man. Not today, not tonight, and definitely not next November.

Not next November.

"Prick." I muttered, watching Lyle's back as he stood across the hallway.

Turning away from him and facing Pat again, I gave him a subtle look, knowing he was probably extremely uncomfterable.
Either that, or scared.Those were what his emotions Pat usually consisted of. Confused or scared. Pat never gave a genuine smile either, and it made me wonder what he lived like before he lived here. I didn't ask. I was afraid of him breaking down, or worse; telling me. I'd rather not know anyway, ignorance was easier. Which brought me back to Silus, and how he scared the hell out of me. Not all the time, but in my worst moods, he did. Despite the fact that he was older, and could easily drag me into a nearby closet if he really wanted, he wouldn't be such an intimidation. That's not exactly what I would call him, though--an intimidation. He was more scary than anything, but that was just when I wasn't thinking straight, and all my thoughts jumbled together to make a perfect pot of gibberish and nameless emotions. But when times were good, they were best.

"C'mon, lets get somethi-hold on!" I sprinted back into the room abrubtly, slammed a few drawers, and found what I was looking for.

I waved my ipod in Pat's face as I approached him. Maybe a little too close than I had intended, and almost taking an eye out. I liked listening to music while I did things, which was why I groaned when I realized barely half of the battery was full. I sighed in frustration, which came out as a grunt instead.

"Let's just go."

And when I walked on ahead of Pat, I didn't grab his wrist. I was too scared.