⚠️!!!! If you have problems with suicide, descriptions of gore, possible SA, or anything else related to PTSD, Hallucinations, and abuse, please consider reading something else.. !!!⚠️ "Max..." The boy didn't respond. He just kept his gaze to the carpet. "I know you miss your mom--" "YOU don't know shit, Rebecca. Besides, I barley knew her, I was just a simple child." His feat shifted and his voice was laced with deep venom, but his eyes stood placed onto the soft blue floor cover. Max's fists clenched for a moment, but only a moment, before he flinched at the slight pain that shot through his leg. Ms Lewis sat there for a moment... Her eyes were wide, but they soon softened, and she placed her hand onto his shoulder, Max didn't react. "You're still a child, Darling..." "...Then why wont anyone treat me like one." • • • Under heavy rewrite!! 3-4 chapters in process.