In all this silence, my mind was totally at work, giving me thoughts that would be suicidal.. Is this what I want? do I want to be a kid that's at the commands of somebody? It's suicide to try and take off but I feel my soul becoming injured when I even start thinking about slade's base... I thought, burying my face in my arms, feeling tears start to run down my face. Slade not only destroyed my base, but he wiped out the one living thing I cared about! the one thing that mattered to me... I thought, reaching into my pocket, and getting out a picture I kept in there. They say a dog is man's best friend, and I saw this as no exception. I looked at the picture, and saw a Golden Retreiver, large by even thier standards. The one living being that ever really cared about me. And he had probably died in the fires that took the only home I knew...
OOC: ack, can't edit, so let's just say I didn't hear you, k?