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S E A N

Everyone is entitled to opinions I open my mouth and I got millions

Time went on, and Sean was pleased to see that Sam was slowly getting stronger and regaining that spark of life. Sean would watch Sam from a distance, like a guardian angel in a way, despite his efforts the idiots in this school would still bully his poor Samuel.
Failure of a guardian angel I am. Sean thought silently to himself. It was kind of hard at times, seeing that they were in different classes and all. Sam was practically a genius, so he was in the more advanced classes, while Sean was in the 'special' classes, and it wasn't special in a good way.

Sean leaned against the brick wall of the school. The wing tousled his hair as the shrill sound of the bell rang in his ear marking the beginning of third period. Smoke danced across his lips. He had tried to quit smoking, because he knew Sam didn't like it. But, it was a hard habit to kill, sometimes he would sneak a smoke here and there... But he was trying. Which had to count for something right?

The picture of Sam lying on the hospital bed, with all his cuts and bruises kept haunting Sean, an image he wished to forget, would keep lingering in the back of his mind. The days were ticking down, soon that horrid day would come. The day were he would have the face the demon who did this to his poor Samuel.
He wouldn't know how he would do it, he wasn't smart, he didn't know how to use fancy words. He silently prayed to whatever God was out there for a miracle, it would take a thousand for him to pull this off.

He still remembered Sam's wide eyes and quiet voice when he asked why Sean was lying to him. He had seen right through him. Sean still remembered that painful expression on Sam's face.
Sean sighed, blowing more smoke from his lips. He wished he could tell Sam, but the poor kid had gone through enough. He didn't want to cause him anymore trouble.

Sean threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped on it.
"You know...I love you right?" The moment when Samuel had said that to him back then, Sean's heart had stopped for a moment. For one time in his life he had felt important, he had someone relying on him...someone who loved him. Someone to protect. (Though he had previously done a shitty job at it)

Sean walked into the school, and the halls were crowded, it was between classes after all. From a distance, Sean saw a petite black haired boy hobbling along on crutches. It was none other than his Samuel.
Some stupids kids decided it would be funny to knock the fragile boy's books out of his hands.
Sam's books were scattered all over the hallway.
Sean was filled with anger. He grabbed the criminal by the shirt and held him close to his face.
"What was that for?" Sean questioned, of course it wasn't as polite, he had some colorful words that weren't exactly rated G shoved in there. The kid muttered and was frantically apologizing. Sean finally let the bully go, and turned to help Sam gather his books.

"Are you ok?"
He asked.
















Ooc: Sorry it took me so long to reply sad All my final projects and exams are coming up, so it's been hard to find the time. Since summer is coming soon, I hope to be able to get on more often, and sorry my writing is a bit rusty, haven't role played for a while.

S E A N

Everyone is entitled to opinions I open my mouth and I got millions

Sean supported Samuel with his hands as he slowly stood up. The poor boy was trembling, his textbooks held tightly to his chest, protecting them like they were a dear treasure. The smaller male looked up at Sean with quivering brown eyes, he looked like an injured puppy. He muttered that he was fine, also questioning Sean on his condition.

Tch. Sean thought to himself. Typical Samuel, worrying about others more than himself.

"You know, you should worry about yourself more." Sean mumbled as he glanced away for a moment.
Typical Samuel, even when he had been on the brink of death he was still worrying about everyone else. Sean really didn't know how he did it. How he could care about those when his suffering was much greater. This boy was going to be the death of him.
Oh Samuel. He sighed to himself. You're so easy to love. He smiled.

Sean felt leering eyes, and he heard snide remarks coming from students passing in the halls, of course their words weren't exactly on the encouraging side. They had no right to speak, they had no idea what Samuel had gone through these last couple of weeks, they would never know. Most of these kids came from loving families, families that accepted them, homes that allowed them to face little suffering and trouble in life. These students had no right to judge. Sean sometimes questioned how the world worked, how God carried out justice.
Why were the good punished for the crimes of others? Why did the world operate in such a cruel way?

An image of Samuel, so weak and fragile lying in the hospital bed with his broken body came into Sean's mind: It was an image he had so tried to forget, but it came into his mind.
How could a human do this to another human? The man who had hurt his Samuel was too heartless to be human. It disgusted him.

Sean had taken a silent oath to protect his Samuel and take down the evil demon known as Luther. Goodness, it sounded like some bad fairytale.

Hopefully one with a happy ending.

Sean took Samuel's books from him. "I'll help you to class." He offered though it sounded more like a statement.