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Post by Balin on Sept 19, 2006 22:12:33 GMT -5
Balin was heading to his temporary room, since he still hadn't been assigned a room. He was brand new, off the griddle, and he wasn't quite accepted yet, his run in with Eliza and "Huntin'" at the library didn't help either. "Why? Why do these things happen to me?" Balin asked himself rather loudly, "Is it because I don't care what people think of me? Because when people tease or insult me, I just put it all in a box in my soul?" Balin was nearing a rage now, something that hadn't happened since he was 10, when he broke some kid's arm in a fight.
Balin reached the door to his room, and closed it, knowing what was about to happen.
He fell to the ground and began sobbing, not caring if others could hear, he needed emotional relief, he hadn't cried in ages. Emotions were tearing through him, bringing his mind to a breaking point, he was sobbing even heavier now, crying and crying, why did he leave Texas? Why did he leave his parents to live here on his own? He didn't have friends here, no family, the only person he met so far that actually talked to him at all was Kat, oh Kat.
For half an hour he went on, then crawled to the bed, one of the only furnishings in the room. Now crying softer, but still sobbing heavily. Only asking one question, over and over, "Why?"
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