Prologue
There is a curtain across a small alcove in my room with a bed stand a set of drawers and a bed, most of the time it is empty. Sometimes someone lives there, my father is a social worker and sometimes very briefly a foster parent, most of the kids, okay more like all of them are just waiting for an opening in the state psychiatric hospital, sometimes people will raise their eyebrows when I tell them this they will ask me if its hard and stuff like that but it isn't realy at least not on me. I think it must be hard though for my father and thats why he does it, he has always liked a challenge. Usually they don't have a penny to their name and no family to speak of, I've met a few who didn't even have a name. It makes me feel sick to my stomach to hear the terrible things that have been done to them and sometimes the terrible things they have done to others but it doesn't seem to bother my father so much any more and he always found psychology fascinating, admittedly I did to but I liked to study dreams and it seemed to me, he would rather study nightmares. It was not until that morning, May twenty eighth that I found out exactly why. But to tell you that realization that eventual comes to me I suppose I'll have to start from the begining.
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Safari Rain (boyXboy)
Teen FictionI have always despised people who dehumanize others who strip them of every thing that makes them human and reduces them to an animal like state but tell me this, what am I supposed to think of someone who dehumanizes their self?
