Teddy Austin(WANDERER)(DONE)

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(GENDER: Male)
(AGE: 20)
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I'm having fun, don't put me down
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet[/i][/center]



The mirror in front of me is covered in a layer of dust from years upon years of no use. I look into the depth of the mirror, dragging my eyes passed the dust trying to see the image that was behind, I try to see the person, the young man that hides behind this layer of dust. But no matter how hard I try to see this person I want to see, the harder it is for me to get hold of the image that was forming in front of my eyes. Slowly the image floats away, leaving me staring into the dust covered mirror, seeing nothing, nothing but the little specks of dust that have made this sheet of glass their home.

I turn away from the mirror with a sigh of frustration, am I losing a part of me? A part of who I am? Is that why I cannot see the person that I want to see when I look in the mirror? I turn away to find myself staring out of a window, my eyes catch my reflection, the reflection of who I am. Dark hair, as dark as mahogany wood crowns my head, it is always messy, hair poking out here and there. The bed head look, people would tell me. I smile to myself. I had a nice smile, one that could stop people in their tracks, well that’s what I like to think

My smile is usually cheeky, one that was usually only turned up at one side, my dark brown eyes usually sparkling cheekily. People often tell me that I have a nice smile, a smile that spelled trouble . I would smile at them, even wink, and they would giggle and turn away, little did they know that my smile was all trouble. My eyes are an usually dark brown, but not black, like chocolate, but not at the same time, something in them seem to always be moving, creating the sense that my mind was always ticking, like a watch a constant tick tock tick tock.[/i]

My eyes travel past the smiling reflection in the window to the rain that falls from the sky, landing in heavy drops on the window. My eyes follow a tear of water as it slides down the pane of glass until it disappears out of view. I remember the times when I was little, countless amount of time, when I stood in this exact position watching as rain ran down the window, watching the drops race each other to the bottom. Back then I had been a lanky boy all legs and arms, and [/color]knobbly knees. Oh those knees, they were… something Now I am much more than just skin and bone, I am muscular, long lean muscles running up my arms and legs. My torso which used to be nothing but flat is now tonnes with the outline of a 6 pack. But good looks doesn’t come without a lot of hard work I worked hours a week, endless days running and training, I hated how people used to look at me, with judging eyes. They used to think that I was lanky and useless, but now…Now they look at me and they wonder where the old me went.


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I walk away from the window, my feet leaving foot prints, and stirring the dust that coated the floor. My mother used to hate dust, despise it even… I sigh, dragging my mind away from her and back to the presence. My eyes scan the whole room, taking in each and every detail. I hadn’t entered this building in years, and it was easy to tell with the dust and cobwebs that scatter the room, claiming it as theirs. A sneer forms on my lips as I head for the door. I have never been the type to be friendly with spiders and stuff, actually spiders are one of my greatest fears, I absolutely hate them.I mean their eyes, they don’t have two, but like eight! I like to try and hide my fear of spiders, it doesn’t usually down go well with the ladies…

But this is as far as that goes. I am not this kid who gets chicken out easily. Some people tell me that I am a bad influence. They tell me that I should leave, go somewhere else, that I am not welcomed. I laugh in their face, and depending on how I feel I punch them in the face. They don’t seem to want to bother me after that, I can’t even begin to understand why. I snort as my feet slide along the ground until I stand in front of the door, my hand reaching out to close around the cold metal of the door handle. In short, don’t tell me what to do. I hate being told what to do, and it usually doesn’t end well. This is not a threat, by the way, this is a promise.

But on saying this, I am not the type of person who is in favour of violence. Much. maybe… okay maybe I am lying. I dunno there is just something in violence that is addicting, that once you start you can never stop. The sound of skin on skin. The satisfying sound of a person howl in pain. The glorious pain that you feel when you know that you have been struck, everything about it is beautiful. But I am not crazy, really I am not. I am just sane. After everything I have been through, pain is nothing, pain is easy to endure. Pain is desire, to scare away the other memories that taunt me.

I fling the door opening escaping into the fresh air outside. I take big, deep breaths, trying to rid myself of the memories that had come flooding over me, threatening to over whelm me. I couldn’t let it happen. Not again. My feet slip on the wet ground, and I find myself awkwardly sprawled on the ground, my stomach pressed to the wet cement, soaking my thin shirt, as more rain pelts down upon me. Tear spring to my eyes, and I hastily wipe them away. I do not cry, I will not cry, not over them. Instead I distract myself, letting my mind wander, forcing it away from my disturbing memories. I think of the times when I was younger, I couldn’t even look at a girl without colour rising on my cheeks, I couldn’t even maintain eyes contact. Despite myself, a small smile forms on my lips as I think back to when I was younger. Now though, now girls didn’t faze me, if I saw a girl I wanted, I wouldn’t hold back, I would chase her, baiting her in, until she is mine.


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I stay on the ground for a while, letting the cold water splash across my face. Sometimes even thinking of the things that make you smile is not just enough… in a matter of moments I was soaked to the bones, my teeth chattering. My mind swirls, taking me back to when I was only young. When I had no one, when I was left on the streets to starve. To freeze. To die. I remember how each night I used to look up into the stars, and wonder, was today my last day? Is tonight the last night that I would see the stars, the moon. Then I would cry myself to sleep letting what little energy I had left seep out of me, until sleep took hold of me, taking me away from this earth, and dragging me into another planet, where I dreamt of being warm, alive and safe

Those were the times when I had lost all hope…It was sad really, I actually thought my parents would come back, come back at take me home… I used to call out my mums name at night, in nightmares, hopping that she would hear me. Begging for her to turn around, to pick me up and take me away. But she never did, she always kept walking the other way, never once, in my dreams, did she even hesitate. Never once. I hated her for it, for leaving me to die. But I also still love her, I can’t understand why, but I still do feel an ache of emptiness in my heart when I think of her… But who could love someone that caused them so much hate? How was that even possible?

I drag my thoughts away from my mother, refusing to let her bring me down again. I was stronger now. I could pull through, I already have proved that I don’t need her haven’t I? I mean I am alive. Slowly I get to my feet, wiping my hands on my dirty jeans I make my way down the path, the sound of rain following me. It wasn’t till I was 16 that I the nightmares had stopped. At the age of sixteen I had to learn to block it all out, after all I couldn’t dwell on the past, if you dwell on the past, how are you meant to look for a future? So at sixteen I left her behind, I didn’t allow her to creep into my dreams, or even my thoughts… well I thought I had, until now… But sometimes the past is just impossible to leave behind.

I don’t know where my parents came from; all I know is that I am alone in this world. And when you are alone you have to fight for yourself.





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