The Boy Caught in Between
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  • Reads 124
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 16m
Ongoing, First published Jan 06, 2017
I'm standing in my room. Chaos is all around. Police are surrounding asking me questions, while most I have no response to. "Has anyone ever laid a hand on you." "Are you involved in any crimes these people have committed." Questions are thrown at me left and right. Each question like a bullet purposely attacking one spot. I'm not exactly sure what though. I feel numb, maybe even considered hollow. As if everything in my body has no use anymore. I lost everything in a span of seconds. Everything I thought I knew was just a lie. One well constructed lie that was to good to be true.
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