There's A Bullet In My Heart ((Private))

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    Hazel sat on his bed, sobbing. How could people be so mean to me? He thought to himself. His bed was as hard as a rock, since his parents didn't enjoy his company enough to buy him more stuff. He hates his life, since nothing good happens to him. His parents abuse him, and kids at school are always on his last nerve. If only good can happen to me. Then I wouldn't have to be sobbing at home like a kid.
    Today, on his bus, kids were annoying him. He was called a toothpick, since he was skinny. Well, its not really his fault he is skinny! He barely ever gets fed.
    Ugh, 8th grade is so hard! I feel like my heart has been shot. There is a hole in my heart, and where that hole is, is supposed to be where his love is. But there is no love, there's just terrorizing.
    If only good can happen.

    A young teen sat at a park, her thin frame shivering a little at the cool winds battering her from all angles. She was on the shorter side of average height for her age and was dressed in only a long ragged skirt that swirled around her when she walked and a white bandage around her chest, leaving her stomach bare in the cold. Her hands were small and elegant, her ears were slightly pointed at the tips but not by much. When a few people started to walk by the park in their winter coats and heavy sneakers, she stood and walked out to a clear area of the park that, even in the cold, had green plants swaying in the wind to accent her movements.

    The inner Hazel was talking to him. Go outside and meet someone! I bet that everyone can't hate you! And he would reply, "Shut up!" And then the thoughts would speak again, and out rule him. "Whatever!" He would reply.
    Hazel got out of my bed, and wiped the tears off my face. He put on his favorite coat, from his mom's culture. She's Russian, and that makes him a bit Russian too. Hazel walked outside, prepared for someone to point and laugh at his coat. Happily, there was no one there to bully him. He doesn't really do his homework, since it is so useless. Once he was at the park, he saw this girl that was about his age. Hazel walked up to her.
    "Hi, I'm Hazel. What's your name?"

    The girl looked slightly puzzled for a few moments then twirled around and her skirt spun around her, "I am Whitney." She smiled a little to cover up her fear a tiny bit. She wasn't very used to a male around her too much. And all that happened by her often took advantage of her submission towards them. She took a few steps away from him but stayed reasonably close for her fear. She looked at him and her black hair swished down to her waist. Her eyes were brown with golden flecks floating around in them. Her skin was a caramel chocolate though slightly pale for being outside all her life. Her father was all at fault for her fear and submission to men

    Hazel was shocked at the way she moved around. "No need to be shy. I don't bite." He assured her. He sat down next to her. "Hi Whitney." Hazel went on. She seemed nice enough, and had something alike to Hazel: Both skinny and pale. "Before you talk, can I say something? You look like me, just in girl form. Like, woo genderbend." He started to think about why he has no friends. He's awkward and he looks funny. He's not smart, and all the teachers hate him. The only thing that Hazel seemed to have in common with her was her appearance.

    Whitney smiled slightly titled her head to the left and she hesitantly sat down on the ground, pushing her skirt down before her. She looked at him for a few moments, "I suppose. I'm Balinese." She brought her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. She forced her eyes to close and exhale deeply. She opened her eyes and looked around her. She could see the grass as it curled in the cold but swayed in the wind all the same. The plants all moved to the beat of the wind and she longed to join them in a gentle twist and turn of her body but she kept still. She returned her gaze to him and spoke though her voice was quiet, "You never did say your name."

    ||xD I said my name.||


    Hazel glanced back at her like she just told him she ate a monkey for breakfast. "I told you my name! It's Hazel." He laughed happily and got up. He saw a little kid with his mom and his sister. The boy looked like he was 3, and the girl looked like she was 6. They were fighting, even though there mom was standing right there. Why doesn't the mom do something? Hazel thought. He whispered to Whitney, "Do you know those two," Pointing to the kids, "they keep fighting.

    {{I didn't see it....LOL...}}


    Whitney looked at the two children and she stood, her body gathering enough grace to seem properly standing. "I can probably find out." She made herself walk without her lopsided stance and bent down beside the two children, sitting on her ankles. She smiled warmly and gently asked, "Why are you two fighting today?"

    Hazel was surprised by her confidence. "Do you really think you can stop it?" He asked her, knowing the answer. She already said something to the kids, so it was obvious that she can handle it. Hazel walked over to the three and went on his knees. Right that second, it started to snow. Oh no! I'm not wearing my snow clothes!

    Whitney looked up as a fleck of snow fell onto her nose. She smiled and looked at the two children, "Would you two like me to dance for you?" Whitney loved children and had seen many fights like this one. Most of the time it was simply sibling rivalry but sometimes it was because their mother wasn't taking any action to stop the fights. If they kept on going then the fights would gradually get worse and worse. She could still remember her father's dominating personality simply because he wasn't cared for by his parents. She didn't know Hazel's history at all but she could feel a void in him and she could relate because inside herself was a gaping hole from her throat to her hips that was threatening to swallow her whole.


    The cold was starting to get to her but Whitney smiled it off. She wondered if a dance would heat herself up and keep the children distracted enough to stop their fighting. Whitney's hands clasped together in her lap and she felt a few snowflakes starting to form on her crown. They were clinging together and not melting because her own body temperature was very low due to the cold. She really wanted to dance but she looked at the children with a twinkle in her eye and a smile stretched upon her lips.


    {{In love with this song:}}
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    The little boy smiled at her, signaling her to go. He started to laugh, though she hasn't even started yet. "Please dance for me. I love to dance, and I love to watch people dance." He said. He looked at his sister with a tear in his eye, "I'm sorry we were fighting." He hugged her.
    Hazel looked at the beautiful view of two little kids hugging each other, which reminded him to always stay the same. A tear came into his eyes, just as the little boy was doing. "Aw. So adorable." Hazel said.
    "It's not big deal." Replied the little boy. "We fight a lot, and we always end up happy. It's a phase. Did you ever get into a fight?"
    Hazel was surprised of how wise he was. "Well, I never had a sibling, but I have fought with my parents."
    Their mom looked at me like I just told them I commit a crime.

    Whitney looked at the little boy with a small smile, "Fighting is a part of life but not every fight has to be fought." She rose and looked down at him, her eyes shining with something that was left unsaid, "Sometimes you just have to let live and let go."


    The girl looked at Whitney puzzled slightly but she only asked, "There's no music, what are you going to dance to?"


    Whitney smiled and her left eye twinkled, "Listen closely. Can you hear the wind? That is my music." She moved so she was standing on a large piece of cement and she twirled around in a tight circle. Her ragged skirt swirled around her perfectly accenting her movements.

    "It's so beautiful." The little boy said to Whitney. "My name is Joey, by the way." He looked at his sister. "Will you dance with me?" He asked her. He grabbed her hand and spun her around.
    "How do you know how to dance? You look like you are 3!" Hazel said, astonished by the pure beauty of what he was seeing. He hummed to the wind. "Hmm. Hmm. Hmm."

    Whitney's arms lifted over her head and she got lost in her music, her feet moving without a sound. Her hips moved almost against her movements but it left behind a dance that was tragic yet lovable. She didn't stop until she was warm and her entire body was glistening in the cold with a thin sheet of sweat.


    The girl glanced at her brother then at Hazel.

    Hazel watched them all dance, which he couldn't do, and he obviously didn't want to. The mom even started dancing. And so did a stranger that walked by. Hazel continued to whistle and hum, while everyone danced in the white snow. "It's so beautiful. Whitney, dance with me." Hazel said, sticking out his hand.

    Whitney looked at his hand and hesitated before taking it. She smiled slightly and looked at his eyes. She quietly nodded and started to pick up in a two person dance.


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    Everyone was dancing. Hazel, Whitney, Joey, the other girl in which name no one knows. "This is fun, Whitney." Hazel told her. He spun her around a couple times, while the little two were following my lead. Some people had gathered around the two, and when Hazel stopped, a guy gave him 5 bucks. "For me? Thanks so much!" He told the guy. He felt like he didn't need it. "Hey Whitney, take this 5 dollar bill." Hazel said.

    Whitney looked at him and smiled gently, "You keep it. They gave it to you. You earned it. I'm going to be making mine in a few hours when more people come out to walk." Her eyes closed in her smile and she started to turn to walk back towards the trees.

    "Really? That mean's so much to me! Maybe we should be friends." Hazel said to Whitney, looking into her beautiful eyes. "I like your eyes." He said. The kids walked away with their mother, as Hazel went to sit on the bench.

    Whitney chuckled slightly and looked at him carefully, "We will be what the wind decides for us to be." She laid a hand on the back of the bench behind him, "Play nice now." She walked over to the trees and started to walk through them.