Thud. Thud. Thud.
William's heart pounded against his chest at an alarming rate, almost threatening to leap out. Sweat trickled down his pale face, and each deep breath he had to take seemed to almost make his very blood scream in pain. Yet he remained silent, the only noises coming from his frame being the occasional hiss of pain intermingled with pained breaths and footsteps.
A trembling hand rested on his right hand side, set atop his ribcage. He knew he had broken ribs, the bruising on his pale skin a sickeningly dark black and blue. Blood poured from his nose, and trickled from his busted lip. His pale skin only seemed to make the injuries look much more severe than they were, though they couldn't be taken lightly.
Gravel crunched underfoot as he limped up the driveway of a classmate, raising his left hand to rap lightly upon the front door of her home. He didn't quite know what had drawn him here, the young woman in question wasn't someone he'd ever spoken to. Though that could apply to *all* the other students to be fair.
That said, he knew her mother and father both worked in the medical profession, so perhaps that was the answer. The click of a lock being opened brought him back to his senses, and he managed to stammer out a meek, pained and frightened "Hello". It felt so alien to actually say something. He couldn't recall the last time he'd uttered a single word, though that could have been the pain fogging his brain.
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OKAY, so I'm happy with either romance or a sort of found family plot.
You can portray her as you want, though I love the idea of her being this rather stuck up, "I'm too good for this place" kinda young woman who does have a soft spot for this shy, abused and broken boy.
I just do not want characters and writers under 18.
William's heart pounded against his chest at an alarming rate, almost threatening to leap out. Sweat trickled down his pale face, and each deep breath he had to take seemed to almost make his very blood scream in pain. Yet he remained silent, the only noises coming from his frame being the occasional hiss of pain intermingled with pained breaths and footsteps.
A trembling hand rested on his right hand side, set atop his ribcage. He knew he had broken ribs, the bruising on his pale skin a sickeningly dark black and blue. Blood poured from his nose, and trickled from his busted lip. His pale skin only seemed to make the injuries look much more severe than they were, though they couldn't be taken lightly.
Gravel crunched underfoot as he limped up the driveway of a classmate, raising his left hand to rap lightly upon the front door of her home. He didn't quite know what had drawn him here, the young woman in question wasn't someone he'd ever spoken to. Though that could apply to *all* the other students to be fair.
That said, he knew her mother and father both worked in the medical profession, so perhaps that was the answer. The click of a lock being opened brought him back to his senses, and he managed to stammer out a meek, pained and frightened "Hello". It felt so alien to actually say something. He couldn't recall the last time he'd uttered a single word, though that could have been the pain fogging his brain.
___
OKAY, so I'm happy with either romance or a sort of found family plot.
You can portray her as you want, though I love the idea of her being this rather stuck up, "I'm too good for this place" kinda young woman who does have a soft spot for this shy, abused and broken boy.
I just do not want characters and writers under 18.