w00t. just gonna get right to it. I think it kind of goes with Sick Cycle Carousel by LifeHouse.

Yes, this character has pink eyes. And pink hair. I have no idea why.


He glared at her with hot angry tears streaming down his face. He hugged his knees to his chest, wishing she would just die. But she was his mother… and that man would soon be his step-father. He hated that man… he would never call him 'father.' He beat him, and probably his mother, too.

He stood up, running out. She called for him to get back but he just wouldn't stop running, even after he was out of the doors. He was on the track team, so he could run twice as fast as that abusive old man if he came back.

He slowed to a trot, then simply collapsed. Where was he? He didn't know. He just knew he had a large cramp, and that he was freezing cold, lying in the three-foot-high snow. He kept his eyes shut tight; partly due to cold, partly because of the pain, and partly because he didn't want to know.

He just didn't want to know. He didn't want to know where he was. Didn't want to know why he got beaten. Though, he knew. His mother, because she was a drunkard. His step-father, because the boy was gay. His boyfriend because… why? He didn't know why that was. Wasn't there someone who would take him in their arms, and would never beat him? Where were they? Did they exsist?

He sat up, opening his eyes. …School? He sighed. School was the only place where no-one would ever try. Too many witnesses. He stood back up. Where could he go? One thing was certain. He wasn't going home.