"Don't worry about me. If I go to sleep here, just give me a good slap on the arm." He smirked, winking and drew up memories on his past.
"Well, it all started when I was only about nine years old. It was the winter of February. It was only two days before my birthday, and till this day, I still have no clue what they were planning to do for it." He looked down, missing them hopelessly.
"I probably still have a hate for both fire and anti-communists. Sheesh, let people think what they think. I don't know if my parents even were communist, I guess it was all because of the Soviet Union. Anyways, there was a raid of people that lit out hour on fire while we were sleeping that night. Our whole house crumbled, the first room..." he paused drawing up the courage to say, "my dad was killed and buried by the roof trying to save myself and my mom. My mom was killed by letting me out first..." he sighed and tears were brimming in his eyes,
She listened feeling his sadness, she moved closer to him. She knew what it was like to lose people she loved, but she knew also he was more attatched to them. "Valentine, you know... Your mom and dad proved that they loved you, maybe they made you leave first because they had a happy life themselves and wanted you to be able to live on and find someone. I'm sure they were wonderful people and didn't deserve to die like that."
"she was killed by a flaming pillar that descended on her. I was the only survivor, later taken by these brutes. I was beaten then, tortured because they wanted to know what my parents were 'up to." His fist clenched, but he tried to keep his emotions down, lest he get scars from the glass in his pocket.
Sadness filled her eyes she put her hand lightly on his back. She knew how much the past hurt, she wanted to help him like he did her. She never really listened to stories about other people's pasts she was used to scolding others for being weak. But she herself only did that to help them overcome they're weak points. But she couldn't be that way to Valentine. She listened to him go on.
"It was about two years, the people were caught about a year later, and so I was a year behind my class academically, but not physically. Physically, well, I was tortured, but I gained a resistance. I didn't care for death." He looked down, his fist unclenching. "I was then sent to my second of four schools. Denver City Elementary, there were many somewhat nice kids there, but they teased me." He looked at the distance, sure, it was a bit dumb, but it hurt back then. "They teased me throughout my elementary, middle, and highschool "career" about having no parents, and also being the dumb on of being left behind in the fourth grade. My stupid foster parents told the school I was academically challenged. I had gained the first and last name of Jared Kelmin." He sighed, hating that name with a passion.
"That's cruel, I wish I could've beat them up for you. I never really went to school and when I did I ended up beating someone up for teasing me about my poor clothes and me being back in grades from not going because of weeks of beatings and such. I mainly learned at home." She said trying to help him know it wasn't as dumb as it seemed the whole teasing thing. She knew how hard it was to deal with that.
"So, what happened, I found out I had powers, and killed them. Two fourth graders that picked on me until I was sent here. I was then sent to the Denver Correctional School. There, I was picked on even more for the fact that I was artistic. So, after that, it was about maybe a year later, and, well, I killed them too." He looked at the blue sky blink to a red color and then back to blue. The blood had seeped into the sky.
"Then I was sent here." He looked down, and shook his head. "I guess that is all, for now. My foster parents are still living, though they are still jerks."
She looked at him and hugged him lightly. "I love you." The words were from her heart, she hated the people who in the past hurt him. And there wasn't a doubt that she'd kill or beat up anyone if they ever layed a hand on him again or made fun of him. She felt compassion for him, she was glad that they had met. She was glad his parents saved him, "You know... maybe you'll see your parents again... I heard of a place called heaven, they say you meet your loved ones up there who believed on God. Maybe you'll be able to thank your parents for all they did for you. And as for you foster parents I heard once that God punishes people for their wrong doings and forgives people as well. So maybe God has a punishment in place for them in the future. I believe in God since I found you, so I'm guessing this other stuff should be real as well as him. Since he did answer my prayer." She said with a light smile slipping her hand in his and giving it a light squeeze.
