My Plauge

Chapter 44: Corey

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I looked down at the young boy, his hair ginger and short. He was wearing some shorts and a tank top with a panda on it and on his arm, a cast. He smiled up at me with a wide grin and a freckled face.

I knew this boy.

He looked me up and down. I knew he was judging me. But I couldnt let him know.

"Why is your hair black?" He asked

I touched the edges, it seemed to be the length and colour I had it when I dyed I while Joey was on the phone to his mom.

"I...uh. I dyed it." I said simply

"Why?" The boy asked

"Got tired of my hair before." I shrugged

The boy looked up at me as he began laughing.

I raised my eyebrow as I lit up my cigarette "what's so funny?"

"You have your ears pierced! Like a girl!" He giggled

"I like it!" I said defensively "and so do you!"

He stopped laughing "do not!" He retorted. He must have been no older than four.

I sighed at him as I exhaled my cigarette and the little boy looked down at me. He frowned and his eyes looked conflicted. He stared at me with his wide bright blue eyes.

"Why do you smoke?" He asked me "mama says its bad."

"Mamas full of shit!" I snapped

"Bad word!" He said

I looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He argued

"You afraid of bad words?" I asked

"No!" He replied "mom uses them all the time with her boyfriends!"

"And does she smoke?" I asked

"Yeah...but she said she'd be sad if I ever did."

I looked away out of guilt.

"Hey who's that?" The kid asked pointing over to my bed.

"Joey..." I muttered

"Who's joey?"

"My uh...boyfriend."

"Ew!" The boy said

"Yeah." I chuckled

"Is he like moms boyfriends?"

"Yeah...I mean what? No!" I sighed "hes uh...nice." I nodded

"Better than Moms boyfriends?" The kid asked wide eyed.

"Yeah."

"They hit me sometimes." The kid said

"I know." I exhaled painfully.

I sighed as we fell into silence.

"What...what happened to your arms?"

I felt my heart crack.

"My...my arms?" I asked as I looked down. Blood was pooling out of them. I gasped as my cigarette fell from my mouth and I stepped back. Cuts loitered the skin and the blood made it look like a murder scene.

"That looks bad." The kid said

"Yeah..."

"Did you do it?" He looked up