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TOBIAS
"Get out of here you little swine! You are not getting another penny out of me". Mr Barnes shouted, throwing my sack and his old smelly shoe at me, not that mine was any better. I picked up my sack and looked at the old fool still spewing insults at me and went on my way.
I looked at my palm, counted the money he gave me and sighed, it was not even close to what we agreed on. I should be used to this by now, seeing as everyone in the village treated me this way, but it still hurts from time to time.
I don't think there's anything wrong with my hair. it was a pretty white colour that was at waist length. But it was also the reason they treated me like an outcast, oh! and my body too. They said I didn't look like a man. Even though I never fed well, I never could loose weight around my hips and butt.
I never knew my parents or even heard about them. I was raised in the village orphanage and immediately they felt the "abomination" was old enough to take care of himself, they kicked me out with only two pennies to fend for my self. I was lucky to find an abandoned cottage at the outskirts of the village and I have lived there ever since.
I was thrown out four years ago and now I'm 18, things are still not looking up. I sighed loudly, thinking about my past and present always makes me sad. I beat my chest with my fist and said to my self "oh well I can't do anything to change it"
I looked up at the sky and saw it was already getting dark, I always lost track of time. I hastened my steps, occasionally skipping and jumping over tiny rocks and singing my little heart out. Just when I was about to jump over another rocked, I was knocked to the ground, sack and all, I looked up ready to scream at the culprit, but was met with a pair of eyes, it was a little boy. He fell to his knees and reached out, he gently touched my face with his little hands and whispered "Please save me", and then he passed out.
I was still trying to make sense of the situation, when I heard loud footsteps and matching angry voices "he's over there, I saw him, I'm sure I did". I did not need to be told that they were obviously looking for the boy. I quickly stood up and dragged the unconscious boy with me. I don't know what he did, but I just couldn't let them find him.
I dragged him into the forest, just as they ran past. I held him close to me as I waited. When it was dark enough to be seen, I carried him back to my cottage, laid him on the bed and covered him with a blanket. I sat beside the bed watching him. He looked like he had gone through hell, his clothes were almost non-existent and he had bruises, new and old on his body.
I reached out my hands and gently caressed his face. He seemed so broken and yet so strong. I sighed and got up, walked to the door and made sure it was tightly locked. I looked at the stale bread on the table, it could have been my dinner, then I looked at the boy on the bed. He sure needed it more than I did. He'll have it in the morning then. I was exhausted so I took a pillow from the bed and laid on the floor. Just before I fell asleep, my last thought was "I'm going to take care of him".
