Short stories!

Noon

This ones an origin story about my OC, Daniel!
Genre: Thriller

    I stood carefully, allowing the thick red liquid to drip down my face from the cut on my cheek. The only sound I could hear was the quiet sobbing. Everything around me was completely covered in red, even the formerly bright and saturated leaves that flew in from the window.
Suddenly, I fell to my knees. I felt so exhausted...instead of wasting anymore time crying, I decided to put my voice to good use. I headed over to the house phone and dialed 911. I told them everything that had happened and gave them our address, tightly gripping my stuffed bear.

I jolted awake, clutching my bear. I clutched the stuffed animal tighter, feeling comfortable in its presence. I looked around, then took a glance at the digital clock.

It read 9:00.

    I was late for breakfast, but I would be on time for lunch. It was for this reason that I waited, feeling anxious. I knew that the caregivers would be glad that he didn't have to worry about me. I smiled lightly at this fact and clutched my bear tighter, as if it were the only thing keeping me alive.
         "Daniel!" I jolted and sat up, looking at the other kids my age who were surrounding my bed.
         "Go help the caregivers make lunch, were eating sandwiches today and they need some extra help." One of the kids spoke.
         "Well, I could, but why don't you spoiled brats do it?" I tilted my head with a dark look in my eyes. Some of the kids gasped and the one who just spoke pushed me out of bed.
         "You do it! It's all you're good for anyways!" The kid yelled and kicked my stuffed bear out of my hands. My eyes widened and I instantly reached out to grab the bear, which I got only a few seconds before being lifted up and punched in the stomach. I would've vomited, but my empty stomach only allowed pure water to emerge from my mouth. It stained the brats shirt, and to that I smiled. That would teach him, or at least that's what I thought when the kid suddenly burst into tears and started screaming. Upon hearing this, one of the caregivers burst into the room.
          "What on earth is going on here?!" She yelled with a stern voice, making all the children uneasy. The kid pointed at me, who was still being held up by the two other kids.
          "He spat water at me!" The kid yelled and cried out more. I couldn't help but find his voice annoying.
          "Go clean yourself up, now. Unless you want me to call the headmaster." The caregiver ordered as the group fled, leaving only me and my bear, which I held tightly.
          "Daniel...That's the third time this week...you shouldn't let them bully you like this..." the caregiver spoke softly and brought me up into her arms effortlessly. I shuddered from the emptiness in my stomach, which didn't settle well from the fact that I was moving so quickly.
          "I-I know...it's just..." I mumbled, resisting the urge to vomit even more than I already have.
          "Shh...it's alright. Lilith told me you missed breakfast and dinner yesterday. Someone as small as you needs to eat, Daniel. You don't want to grow to be only four feet tall, do you?" She asked, partially joking, but concerned for the most part.
          "I suppose you're right." I buried my face into the tall woman's shoulder, looking behind her to see the room I was previously in. Small, crowded with beds, and barren beige walls.
         "You need to break free of that unhealthy mindset," the caregiver spoke while walking to the kitchen. I just shrugged and looked at the floor.

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This one I will be continuing on my own time