The airy room felt like it was spinning to the body on the floor. Shivering with pain and betrayal—a familiar feeling.
The boy lying, whimpering.
Having only been ten years of age, he often wondered if the pain would stop.
Would the creatures who'd only seem to come at night give him a break? Maybe he didn't deserve a break. Maybe the pain was what he was entitled to.
With panic every time he walked through the door of the broken home, hoping to one day change the looks of the mean-spirited.
His screams they turned away from—how could human beings have little to no sympathy?
To think they'd once been loving; nurturing. So what had happened? What had he done?
The question would linger in his ears, whispers haunting his every dream.
