Snippet #2251264

Kellin took the rubber ball from his hand and directly set it back down on the table. That wasn't going to help her. Nothing could get rid of the pent up anger and tears and pain. But she wasn't about to take it out on him, she actually had to give him a bit of credit. He spent everyday trying to help other people, unlike her who spent everyday for herself. Though you can't really help other people when you don't even know how to help yourself. Along the way, starting back at the orphanage, she lost herself. The sweet, innocent little girl was no where to be found, just this hard almost empty shell of a person. "Look, Zehariah," talking to him like he was an equal helped, and that meant she had to use his name. "I know you sort of expect me to walk in here and tell you all my feelings and past and we'll just walk out feeling real happy and all better." That was at least half true, right? "But it's not going to happen. No one knows what happens but me and the people that did it to me. If I've never told anyone else, why would I tell you? You're not my friend. You don't care about me. Likely this information is either being recorded or will go straight back to whomever is in charge here." Kellin paused, not sure how to continue. So she didn't, leaving the empty silence between them.

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"Yeah, he's my brother," JC said weakly, still unable to meet the others eyes. It was so embarrassing to be found this way, he almost wished the boy had just continued driving. Everyone else did, what help could they be to the "little faggot" on the ground? "-that's why I'm still sort of surprised you stopped. Everyone loves him, so if they see him beating me up a bit they don't mind much." Beating him up a bit? Understatement of the year. It felt like his ribs were shattered, even though he knew they weren't. Just bruised probably. But the blood running out of his nose was getting annoying, and he pressed his sleeve against his nose.

The other helped him off the ground and he gave a grateful smile, pulling his hand from his nose even though a bit of blood still came out. He needed a new shirt, that was for sure. And he wasn't really up to going home to be screamed at about ruining a shirt, so when the boy said to come with him, he nodded. "Thank you." was mumbled a bit quietly, still half-expecting for it to all be a prank and someone would run out and kick him in the balls or something. "Oh, uh, by the way, my name is JC."