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"what happened to you?!" Wesley yelled. I can answer him, or walk away. I persuaded myself that walking away would be the easiest thing to do... "Kian! where are you going??" Wesley urged. I don't answer and continue to walk to the park. we all have our places, where we run... to hide from the world. I pull on the sleeves of my sweatshirt to hide the fresh cuts, just to think, it will all be over soon. all the pain I'm drowning in, all the stupid bullshit, it will be gone. " July 17, 2017," I say to myself... I walk into the park and go to the center tree, the one that has my initials carved in it... I climb up the tree and sit on my chosen branch. "Hey." I hear someone say, I look upward and around. But no one is in sight. 

"Hello?" I say... I get scared when I feel someone watching me. I hear leaves moving from beside me and I feel someone climb onto the branch in front of me. "I know you're scared, I would be too... anyways, hi... I'm Sage." The shaggy boy said... I take my hood off my head and look at Sage across the branch. "h-hi sage, I'm Kian," I say stuttering a bit. I notice that Sage's eyes, started to glow a bright blue.. but before I could get a good look he shut his eyes and looks away. "what? why did your eyes do that? how?"I asked very interested by the occurrence which made me feel like I tripped on LSD.  

" you will soon understand.. can I ask why you are so warm?" he asked, seeming to be quite intrigued. " how do you know I'm warm..??" I asked scared but his sudden notice in my presence. "I can feel your body heat... oh that sounds weird... I'm sorry" he says re-opening his eyes and looking at me. " oh, um, you have really pretty eyes." I say smiling nervously, quickly trying to change the topic. "thanks.." he sighs . "are you okay?" I ask, "I have to go now, bye Kian," he says jumping down off the branch, failing to answer my question.... how did he not break something, we are at least 25 feet high... I give up wondering and look at my phone. '3:34 am' the clock reads... damn it is early... I climb down off the branch and start to head home... everything is dark... only street lights are on... it is really....quiet... I like it quiet

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