eye part one

He could hear them from his room. The crashing, the yelling, the screaming. The unbearable sound of such magnitude made tears fall down his cheeks. He got mad then, hitting the lamp off of his desk. His anger leveled a little then, and he sighed, picking up the pieces of the lamp. He cut himself on accident, and watched the blood drip down his finger. "Ow." he quietly said. He left the pieces on the floor and turned, opening the window. His life sucked, that was obvious, but how much did he know it really sucked? Did it really?
He wandered the streets, holding his finger out in the street, humming to himself, until he saw a light go on. He looked up into the window and saw a girl looking down at him. She was beautiful, but he could barely see her. She stared down at him. "What are you doing, boy?"
A void was in his mind. A void from child hood. A void of fear swallowing his personality and forcing out some muttering no body whom no one could stand. Everytime he had tried to speak to his parents, they had shushed him. Shush, they had said. Don't speak now. He stared up at the girl. She cared. She wondered what was wrong with him...What he was doing...Why? he was hopelessly lost. He had no care to do anything about it too. He shrugged. "Walking." he said. She stared down at him and smiled. He walked away then, letting her face settle in his mind. That sweet, innocent smile. That cute, perhaps, ignorant cheerful mood. He turned back to see her light was off. She wasnt there anymore. He sighed and continued down the street.
Was going away good? Was seeing new people, getting away from the same torture good? Was sitting here under this tree helping? He sighed, smelling the cold, brisk familiar smell of winter. He sat up, hearing a sound. The girl was standing by him. "What do you want?" He asked. She sat, her back agasint his. "I dunno...i wanna talk I guess."
"Where you dropped as a child or something?"He asked. She giggled at that.
"Probably. Why do you care?"
"I dont...Just wondering." He turned back and let his back rest against hers. A quiet, actually comforting silence passed between them. She sighed after him. She groaned after him. Copied everything he did. He turned finally, "Listen, i wanna be alone."
"I know. that's why i'm here." She said, not looking at him.
"No, you stupid blonde, you dont get it."
"I'm not stupid. Just be quiet and hear the night." She cheerfully said, touching his hand. "I can tell it's hard for you to make friends, but can you come out of your shell just for me?" He was surprised at this. She did much more than care about him. She wanted to know about him. Wanted to help him. He scooted up to her and stared up at the night. He liked her. There was something silly and likeable about her. "What...what makes you think you can help me?" He asked.
"I don't." She simply said. "Just sit here with me." He was not used to this at all. Fights and yelling and cursing pushed most of his gentle side away. He leaned in, on impulse, to kiss her. She let him, then she giggled and got up. "Come on, boy." She said, running into the dark swamp next to thier town. He stayed, watching her run away. "Boy, come!" She called. He felt his heart pounding. Never had he felt this.
-end of part one of "eye" by me