Enoch stared out of the window at the rain. Again.
After he had come in from the rain, he had splashed the carpet with his muddy boots. And of course, that led to Enoch being grounded.
The afternoon trudged slowly on like a snail, and when the sun began to kiss the horizon, he made his way upstairs.
As the moon glided into the night sky, Enoch had a thought. What if he just ran away.
There was no one here who wanted him, despite his constant attempts to make people smile.
But Enoch didn't know that his version of happiness was so different from everyone else's: Enoch found pain enjoyable. And so everyone else felt pain when Enoch was near, like warmth from a fireplace.
Some would call Enoch sadistic.
But Enoch just thought he was a normal boy.
