Running.. I don't know how long I had, or where I was going, but I knew I had to get away. I couldn't stay there for another minute, staying in the same home with... Them. I hate them, they drive me crazy. I'm shivering from the memories that are playing, chewing my cheek, still running quickly. I could feel the hot tears falling down my cheeks, knowing they were there because I could barely see. Everything was blurry, as if everything was the same.

My body ached; obviously I was hurt because of the stains in my clothing. Crimson was everywhere, but still, I ran. Surprisingly, I made it two towns over, thanks to a few buses. As annoying as this was, I kind of missed my room. Though I had to be in the same home as them, my room was my own sanctuary; my own paradise. No one bothered me, no one hurt me.

I sighed, closing my eyes as I heard a thunderstorm approaching, thunder booming in the sky above. My large ears twitched on their own, making my hair bounce a little. Wonderful, just wonderful. I hung my head and pulled the hood of my sweat shirt over my head. There were probably two lumps in it, thanks to my animal-like ears.

I shoved my fists into the pockets of my large black pants, listening to the cackle of the bloodied chains of them with every step I took. It was my blood on them, thanks to my father. Damn him… I hid my odd ruby colored eyes, lowering my lids as I walked. If I walked into someone or something, I don't care. It's not on the top of my list of worries.

I had to worry about where I should hide out until the storm was over, and make sure no one I knew could find me. Just keep moving, get away from that city. No one will think to look far away, or would have the attention span to. My feet unconsciously began to move quicker, pulling me along with them. My thoughts were only on figuring out what to do, but my ears involuntarily twitched at the sound of another persons footsteps joining the area.

Slowly I opened my eyes and blinked. It was someone that looked like me. He had blue, spiky, hair with big, blue furred ears jutting out from the top of his head. He also had a hedgehog tail with the same color fur. I wonder who he is. He looks older then me. Whatever, it doesn't matter. Again, knowing his identity is not on the top of my priority list.

Continuing on my way, I felt like I was being watched. Probably people wondering why there's blood on me. Ignoring the irritating feeling and that the small hair on the back of my neck was prickling, I kept walking. My feet hurt from how much I had walked today and another sigh left my lips. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped, nearly jumping out of my clothes. "Are you alright?" I heard a voice say from behind me.

Slowly I turned my head around and saw it was the boy that looked like me. "I'm fine.." I mumbled before beginning to walk away from him, moving out of his reach. I don't need his help, nor do I want it. I'm fine by myself. I'm sure of it. I could hear his footsteps behind me, nearly matching my own and it irritated me. Great.. A stalker.

I quickened my pace, only to have his own speed up as well. Why can't he just take the hint? I felt the first drop of rain and annoyingly, it was on my hood. I love to be in the rain and watch it, but not under these conditions. I sighed, feeling that the other wouldn't go away as he had still been following me for the past few blocks. I stopped on a dime and turned around, the light drizzle and air the only thing between us. "What do you want?!" I said angrily, sounding as if I were growling.

The other blinked as he looked at me, his emerald eyes seeming to reflect the drizzle. "… Where are you going like that?" He asked, his voice deep and strong. It didn't matter to me though. Grunting lightly I turned around once more, obviously showing I didn't want him to bother me. I couldn't believe it when he grabbed my wrist, forcing me to turn and face him. What's with him?

"I can't let you go anywhere like that. Your wounds have to be treated. Where are your parents?" He asked, looking at me with those eyes of his. I hate that color. I tugged my arm back, hating to be touched by anyone, anywhere. "Let me be.." I said angrily, taking a step back as the drizzle began to turn into rain. It began to make my clothing heavy, but I didn't pay any mind to that as the other watched me, his hair becoming heavy and lowering.

"… Where are they?" He asked once more, his voice demanding. It was none of his business as to where my parents were or why I was like this, or if I needed to get medical treatment or not. I don't know him and I don't want to. "It's none of your business, so leave me alone!" I shouted, my hands clenching to fists. I have a very short temper. I spun quickly and began to run, running down the wet sidewalk before trying to cross a street, never seeing the headlights of an SUV.

All I remember last is hearing the other calling, "Hey, Kid!" and the sound of tires screeching loudly. I turned my head to see a bright flash of light and I felt something hit me with immense force, making pain shoot through my already battered body as I was knocked down, then everything went black…

I groaned and slowly opened my ruby eyes. My vision was blurry as I looked around warily, blinking a few times in an attempt to regain my sight. It took a few minutes, but finally, I could see clearly. I am in a white room with a window parallel to me. There was an oak dresser and a matching desk and chair. I am lying in a bed with blue sheets on me. My clothes were missing, except for my boxers and bandages were laced around me. It was then that the pain I had felt when whatever knocked me over and made me fall unconscious returned.

I hissed, wincing and hunching over. My whole body throbbed, but mainly the parts that were under bandages. What happened to me? Why am I like this? Where am I? This place didn't look the least bit familiar to me. My large ears twitched on their own when the door creaked open and someone walked in. I looked over towards the door and my eyes widened when I saw that boy from before. Not him…!

The male walked over, holding a tray with some sort of container that seemed like the kind that would hold prescription medication, a glass of water and a bowl that smelled like there was hot soup. The smell was strong, even from across the room. He gave me a soft smile and greeted me with a simple, "Hello." Rolling my eyes, I looked away. I didn't even know why I was here, what he's holding or who he even is. I just want to be on my way, by myself. I don't need any ones help, especially from some stranger. I felt extra weight being pushed down onto the bed, the piece of furniture seeming to 'groan' lightly.

"How are you feeling today? You gave us all a scare.." He said to me in a soft, smooth tone as I heard him slide the tray onto a stand next to the bed. Slowly, I looked at him, a raised brow and confused look in my eyes. 'Us?' Who's 'us'? I'm all alone in this damned world... He noticed my confused expression and sighed lightly, the smile on his face drifting slightly as he reached up for the medicine bottle and water. He opened the cap of the bottle and looked over at me. "How old are you?" He asked.

Why should I tell you? It's none of your business.. I just glared at him for a moment before directing my attention to the window. I don't want to speak to him, I don't want to be here and I most certainly don't want to know him or be given any help! I'm my own person; independent and can take care of myself, even in the worst of circumstances. I'm not a young child who clings to their mother. I guess he could sense that I didn't want to be near him because he stood up and backed away a step or two.

"Please tell me." He said. "I need to know, so I know how many pills to give you.." The male said, his voice still soft though I felt like I was slowly wearing at his patience. Oh well, it serves him right. "Why? So you can drug me?!" I shouted at him, my eyes narrowing dangerously, an obvious expression that I was ticked off. It wouldn't have been the first time I had been drugged. My parents at one time made me take this odd pill that actually made my whole body hurt and made me so nauseous, I vomited so much, I nearly died from the fact I couldn't sustain food, my body couldn't get nutrients and I wasn't able to sustain liquids. They wanted me to die; not to be around.

I noticed his eyes go wide, seeming to be shocked that I shouted that. Was it because of my sudden outburst? Or maybe he had expected me to just remain quiet. The man shook his head slowly, looking at me with the same emerald eyes I found irritating. "No, of course not! This medicine will help relieve any pain that might be in your body. I'm sure you're in terrible pain right now, especially after the accident." He told me. Accident? What accident? I don't know what happened before I passed out and I hated to admit it, but he was right. It felt like my body was on fire. That's how much it hurt. I wouldn't let myself show him I was in pain, because pain is a weakness. Something I cannot afford to reveal to anyone. With a faint sigh, I lowered my expression. At first, I was reluctant to tell him, but after a few minutes, the small part of my mind that wanted me to take the medicine spoke for me. "15 and a half" I said, though I partly didn't mean to.

I heard him say, "Ok." And heard him pop the bottle open. He was reading the bottle as if he were unsure, the look on his face saying it all. "Give me 3, idiot." I mumbled, gripping the blanket lightly. It was annoying that a grown man couldn't figure out how much medicine to give out. "H-Huh? Oh, ok." The humal said, as if I had frightened him. What a wimp. Get some back bone! I looked up at him, making sure my expression was blank as he gave me the pills and the water, but I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed them without any liquid. I put the glass on the floor beside the bed. "Done." I said, my voice monotonous.

Even though I could see him, I could feel his eyes practically burning me with an expression that screamed 'He's weird.' I growled faintly, as if I were a true animal, not only part. I'm not sure how I truly got to be like this, but my parents told my I was just a natural abomination. Maybe that's why they never accepted me. Whatever, it doesn't matter and I don't care. From now on, they are nothing but a fading memory. "Here, have some of this." The male said as he put the bottle of medicine on the table and picked up the bowl of soup and its wonderful aroma. I could feel my mouth watering, but I swallowed the excess saliva. He placed the bowl on my lap and I looked at it. The liquid swirled around, making circular shapes as slight steam rose from it, showing that it had cooled a little since he had brought it in.

Slowly I looked back up at him with a raised brow, not quite sure if I should actually eat the soup. There could be something in it, and I'm not a fool to overlook that possibility. I took a long, slightly shaky breath, but my gaze never tore from the older male in front of me. "Why should I trust you? You could have put something in this." I said, making sure my voice was near a mumble to create difficulty for him to hear. I noticed his left ear twitch and it took him a minute to put together what I had said. Is he mentally retarded or something? Damn… He then tilted his head slightly, as if he were a young pup and you had said something to confuse it in every way. His hair bounced lightly, the two bangs that were covering his face moving the most. "Why would I do that? I'm trying to help you, not kill you.." He said, his voice spilling with innocence.

At that, I couldn't hold in a laugh as I shook my head as if I were to have said 'no' to something, closing my eyes and sighing lightly. "That's a joke. Honestly." I said, a light smirk on my lips. No one had ever cared before. I had no friends and I don't consider those people my family. Family is supposed to be something you could count on. People you could go to if there was a problem, or you needed support. They were the ones that caused problems; caused my pain and suffering. They were the reason I was friendless and left alone in the world. Slowly, my eyes opened again and I looked at him. My smirk immediately melted off of my face, being replaced with straight lips, showing neither joy or sadness. I sealed off the expression in my eyes, having taught myself how. He was looking at me as if I had two heads and I growled again like an animal, the sound seeming to occur on its own from deep in my throat. I've been given that look many times and I still hated it with a passion. That look must have been the first look on my mothers face when she saw me. I had heard stories about her throwing a fit, yelling at the doctors that they made a mistake and I wasn't her son. That he had to have somehow switched around the children and her real child was in some other woman's arms. Just to be sure they ran blood tests and to her dismay, I was her child.

I remember when I was younger, she was sitting in the bathroom, her arms bleeding and black tears streaming down her face from her heavily applied eyeliner. She was muttering to herself, her voice heavy with grief and sadness. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed, looking into a reflection of herself in our mirror that was scratched and chipped. Her eyes narrowed viciously when she saw me in the reflection as well, my ears flat against my head. I hated to see her upset when I was that young. Her eyes seemed to be filled with a hating fire, my being there just feeding the flames. Immediately, my mother raised her fist and punched the window. I staggered backwards, my eyes wide as I heard a loud shattering sound and shards of glass fall to the ground, and her cries of pain as lard shards had fallen into her. What hurt me terribly is that she turned towards me, crimson dripping from her wounds and she still stared at me with those enraged eyes, looking as if she were going to beat me to the ground then and there. "This is your fault! You did this!" She shouted, pointing a finger accusingly towards me. I remember feeling my eyes widen even more and even remember the feeling of my heart stopping in my throat, my eyes watering before flooding with tears. I fell to my knees, looking at her, asking her how I had done this. She only said the same answer over and over again. "For being alive. I hate you and should have gotten rid of you when I could have!"

I was pulled out of my thoughts as the male gently nudged my shoulder with his hand. "Are you alright? You were just staring into space. Your eyes seemed to glaze over, too." He said, concern in his voice. I scoffed at it, looking at him with narrowed eyes. I tried my hardest not to show I was hurting inside, but my eyes widened when I felt tears beginning to swell. I quickly jerked my head away and shut my eyes tightly, trying to fight back the droplets of water, though it was hard, because that line kept playing over and over in my head. . "For being alive. I hate you and should have gotten rid of you when I could have!" I tried to squeeze my eyelids closer together even though it was impossible to. I wouldn't cry, especially beside him. "Leave me alone." I whispered, knowing if I had spoken properly, I would have risked having my voice crack.

"Huh? Why? Tell me what's wrong, I want to help you." He said and gently laid a hand on my shoulder, which I immediately shrugged off. "I don't want you here. Go." I whispered again, it becoming harder to keep my tears back. Just go already! Are you deaf?! I heard him sigh and the weight on the bed lightened. His footsteps were annoyingly loud as he walked over to the door. "Fine." He said. "I'll leave you alone for now, but when I get back, I expect that soup and water to be gone." The humal said before walking out and quietly shutting the door behind him. The tears that I held back immediately seeped through the crack of my eyelids and slipped down my cheeks. I slowly opened my eyes, the tears falling a little faster and gently gliding down my cheeks, leaving faint, wet trails. I looked into the soup, a tear falling down the ark of my nose and to the tip of it before falling off of my face and into the 'food' some people would call it, making it ripple and make the reflection of my face shake.

I sighed sadly, sniffling lightly and turned my head to look at the blank, white wall as I thought of that one memory. Even though I don't want to think of them; want them to be nothing but a fading memory, I don't think I can stop the emotion from my memories. Everything they have done hurt and I can't remember one time they were nice to me. They've hated me ever since my mother birthed me. My heart ached, wishing I had someone close to me to hold me close and comfort me. But then again, that's how I always felt…