| Subject: Hold Me When I'm Scared-Love Me When I'm Gone |
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Date Posted: 17:45:15 02/24/03 Mon
Author Host/IP: NoHost/12.162.181.26
Somewhere in this darkness
There's a light that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away...
Maybe I'm just blind…
Maybe I'm just blind...
So hold me when I'm here
Love me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
And everything you need
I'll also be the one
You wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Love me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Severely wounded and weak, childish masculine slinks into terrace. Black optics scroll over terrace, within held his fear, his loneliness, the much-hated sorrow from his suffering that he wished no one had to see. Unable to sustain himself upon weak limbs a moment longer, he collapses to his knees, breathing that was once calmed and steady is now labored and faint. Left hand clutches his broken right shoulder, whilst his right hand rested limp over his scarred and bare torso and abdomen. He grimaces as the prickling of callused skin meets his neck, feeling his windpipe being crushed in the harsh grasp. He croaks softly, wincing as the man that stood over him jerks him to his feet, only to sling him back to the ground again. A hoarse yelp escapes his throat, eyelids concealing blackened pools, ready to take the man’s harsh beating, only to find he wasn’t being touched. Swallowing hard, eyes slip open, noticing the violent male, his uncle, had gone. Sighs deeply in relief, though relief doesn’t last long as he becomes weary of the other beings that surrounded him. Grimacing, he lugs himself to his feet, moving to a tree, sitting in the shade. Knees come to his chest, arms limply wrapping his knees, black pools watching his surroundings fearfully.
He was quiet handsome. His skin was the color of a rusted golden brown. His black hair reached just an inch past his shoulders, setting off his black pools. He was slender in build, originally being quite muscular, but do to his lack of nutrition, he had become weakened and you could practically count every rib. Hands were nimbly carved, elegant as only elegant can be, but that elegance being hidden beneath the scars and bruises that blanketed them along with the rest of his delicate frame. One’s voice was soft, deep in tone, yet smooth, not showing the ruggedness of a usual youth…like a stream running a smooth coarse, no pebbles or rocks to block its way. He was simply perfect in complexion…if you managed to see under his wounds.
Name: Tohopka (Means ‘Wild Beast’)
Nickname: Toho
Gender: Male
Age: 13 Years
Hair coloration: Jet Black
Eye coloration: Deep Black
Personality: Shy and skittish. Has some major issues with trusting people, may they be child or adult. If you can manage to earn his trust, he is fiercely loyal and is utterly outgoing and social, and is fairly calm unless suddenly distracted.
Past: Toho’s mother died giving birth to his younger sister. His father attempted to care for the two, but fell ill and was hospitalized, the two children being taken from him. Not even a week after being hospitalized, Toho’s father passed away. Now his sister and himself were orphaned and taken in by Toho’s uncle, on his father’s side, and was often abused. At the young age of five, Toho was greatly defensive of his younger sister, which got him beaten daily due to his rebellious attitude over his sister being beaten. His sister, do to her fragile body, soon died. Being deprived of family and a normal childhood, he hasn’t spoken since, and was only beaten when he did not answer a question, putting himself in the state of condition he is in now. Toho, unable to withstand the suffering any longer, set his uncle’s house aflame, managing to escape…but his uncle, too, escaping. Being found now, his was severely beaten, earning his broken right shoulder. Managing to escape from his uncle’s clutches yet again, he seeks refuge here, hoping to start his life over, but knows the horrible memories are not yet to fade for quite some time.
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