Pitch Black D5 {done}

Pitch Black
Seventeen
Male
District Five
Rise of the Guardians plot by Tango

Appearance

I want people to notice my looks. I want people to notice me. I don't want people to not notice me. I'm not the biggest guy in the world, and I'm not the smallest guy in the world. I think I am just right. I have the right amount of height, and the right amount of weight. I stand five foot eight inches tall, and I weigh between one hundred thirty-five and one hundred forty pounds. My weight varies from day to day, so it's hard to state a permanent weight. I'm not very muscular. I have a few muscles, but it's nothing compared to most people. I'm not as strong as I want to be, but it's all good because my words of hatred that flees my mouth, is the most strength I'll ever need. Words speak louder than any looks will ever speak. The words I speak leave far deeper wounds than any punch will ever. Words hurt worse than anything, and I know how to use those words to my advantage, and that's where I'm different from others.

My shaggy, dark brown hair is always a mess. I try as hard as I can to keep it looking nice and neat, but it only last for a few seconds before it's standing up again. Hidden behind my angular, dark brow eyes is a life full of pain just waiting for someone to notice. From a glance, my eyes appear to be as dark as a piece of coal, but the closer someone gets they can see the true color. My cheeks are bony and very noticeable making my face appear slightly larger than it really is. Sitting perfectly in the middle of my face is my nose. The nostrils are slightly larger than I would want, but it's all good because it becomes noticeable. I want to be noticed. I long for someone to acknowledge me as a person. I don't care if they stare at me because it would mean they noticed me. My light pink lips fit in perfectly with my dark skin tone making my face fit perfectly together.

Personality

People always tell me they don't want to be around me because of how I am. I'm always looking for ways to make people cower in fear. I'm looking for the evil, hatred smile I wear constantly to make them cringe in fear. I laugh on the inside when I see people cowering in fear from being around me. I love watching their pain. It hides the pain that I'm feeling inside constantly. All I want is for someone to love me; for someone to care about me, but even in the group of friends I hang out with, I'm always the one that's left out. I don't know why I hang around them anymore. I mean, they are my friends, but they don't even know I exist, and deep inside it hurts, but I block it away because I want to haunt the nightmares of those around me. I want them to cry out for help because nobody will save them like nobody will ever save me. I'm always alone. I'm always the one that's left behind.

I draw attention to myself by making other people's life miserable. It helps deal with the pain that's hidden in the depths of my heart. I love taunting people. I love finding their worse fear and turning that fear into a living nightmare. I laugh when they cringe in fear. I laugh as they try to run away from the nightmare that's been brought to life before them because it eases the pain I feel inside. It takes away the hurt that I feel each and every day of my life. How do people live without anyone loving them? How do they live without someone to care for them? I want to know how. I live under the cruel, hatred, hopeless claim that nobody is safe, not when I'm around. Nobody is safe around me because I'm the worse enemy. I'm the one nobody wants to ever meet. I lurk in the shadows waiting for some lonely child to wander in front of me. But nobody ever notices me.

I hang around my friends wishing with all I am one of them would notice me. I'm tired of them treating me like an outer wheel. Nobody wants to be around someone that brings their fears to reality. Nobody wants to be around someone that hates everything in the world. I don't hate everything. I just want someone to notice me. Everything I do is to get someone to see me, but it's like I'm invisible. I don't consider myself much of a friend to the others I hang with, but I try to be their friend only to plot how I may bring them down. It'll be against my will to harm my friends, but if I can get them to pay more attention to me, my life would change forever. I'll be that nice person I once was before I became an outcast. I was once sweet and innocent, but I'm not sweet and innocent anymore. I'm determined to be the evilest person in the entire world. I'm the boogeyman that's trying to destroy the innocent.

History

My life used to be a happy life. I had a loving family that cared about me. I didn't have anything to worry about. My parents treated me with respect. "Don't ever live life in fear. You need to live your life to the fullest always doing what you believe is right." I was doing well in school. I had nothing to worry about. I wasn't afraid of anything. I became friends with a group of people, and I fit in well with them. We had so much in common. I was happy to have friends. Every child longs to be accepted, and I was accepted. I had a great life. I would wake up every morning ready to go to school because I wanted to hang out with my friends throughout the day. I would eat breakfast as fast as I could. I would run out the door sprinting through the district so I could be with my friends. My life was the best I could ever imagine it; however, it all changed the day my parents abandon me.

"We'll always be with you. We'll never leave you because only cowards walk away from their family." I'll never forget the day they said that to me. I thought it was true. I thought every word that slipped past the lips of my parents was true, but I was wrong. I don't know what happened to them. I don't know if they are dead, or if they are still alive. The words they spoke became empty words. Empty promises never to be fulfilled. My life changed drastically. I started pushing myself away from everyone that I once held close to me. I didn't want to hurt them like my parents hurt me. I didn't want to speak empty promises to them because that's all words are. Empty promises never to be fulfilled. I hurt myself worse than anyone hurt me when I pushed myself away from every. I hid myself too long, and now people don't even know I exist, but that'll change. I'll change everything about it.

My friends stopped acknowledging me because of the harsh remarks I always told them. I hid the pain that lived within me by taking my anger out on everyone that lived in my path. I pushed them away from me, but I want them to be close to me. I want my friends to know I exist. I want them to see the pain that's hidden behind my eyes, but it'll never happen. I treat people disrespectfully. I'm always making them cower in fear because I will be in charge. I'll be the one that makes the decisions for people. I laugh when people cry. I feed off the fear of innocent people. I'll feed them the empty promises. "It'll all be okay. You don't have to worry about anything because I am here. I promise you everything will be just fine." Everything won't be fine, but you'll never know. Maybe one day people will figure it out. Heal my pain, and my life will be better. All I want is to be noticed. Is that too much to ask for?

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