He was a coward, he thought. Scarred to the bone. Even when it came to his parents, or teachers who were asking him where were those scratches and marks coming from.
He run. Actually he darted towards the road. His feet on fire, his eyes focusing on the road only. His lungs begging for air, threatening him to be ripped out of his ripcage in any moment. His mind screaming to him to run for it had realise the situation when every other part of his body was crying for him to stop as they only could realise what it felt like to be running like this.
Mason is 6
"That is it Mason!" His mum's voice was strict, yet full of concern for her only, previous son. Her mother's instincts triggered her to do something immediately.
The lat few weeks she was keep spotting marks, scratches, bruises formed sporadically on the tiny body of her 6 year old boy without knowing the reason why.
Maybe, maybe she did know. Maybe she knew but she had unconsciously chosen to ignore it. She could not stand the thought of her son getting bullied.
Mason, please tell me." She said with a caring voice. "You know," she sweetly smiled to him "You know that you can trust me with everything you have." She placed her big palm on his cheek. Her light coloured complexion contradicting with her son's dark, wild one. He felt her palm being nudged against his skin, relishing the soft sensation. "I do am really worried about what is happening to you."
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