1 Boy

I was always alone. My parents thought that I was useless. I never made any friends, as no one reached out to me. "You're a loner", they'd say, and then they would ignore me. The little else they talked to me was to "quit marking that scary face". They believed that I was some kind of demon, as my eyes were sharp and dark. I was dubbed the guy with terrifying eyes: people would wince when they saw me. They talked about me when they thought I wasn't listening. But I was.

"Quit talking about me like that when you think I'm not listening!". This is what I shouted, once, when I heard what they had said. They turned, terrified of what I would do, surprised at the first sound that I had made during my time there. Then they stopped staring at me, their eyes fixed on a spot behind my left shoulder. I turned to look. A boy, chasing a ball across the road, was about to get hit by a truck. I pushed my way out of the crowd, sprinting in an attempt to save him. I shoved him out the way, leaving myself to face the force of the truck.