DerpyHB
A boy with shoulder length shaggy, brown hair stood next to a shattered window, moonlight leaking in and lightening his charming childish features. He looked around the age of fourteen if I were to guess in the faint glow of the night.
"H-hello?" I said softly down the hall. I caught his attention, only his right eye peeking at me, but wouldn't turn his face or body.
"May I ask who you are?" I asked gently. He looked out the window again.
"I don't know who I am anymore. I only know that I want to help you get out of here," he said, even quieter than I. His voice was higher and raspy.
"Why s-should I do that?" I questioned, my voice shaking slightly at the mysterious boy. He whipped his whole body around, fully facing me, his right arm outstretched towards me.
"I want to save you!" He shouted. That was when I realized something seriously wrong with the boy. Almost his entire left side was disintegrated, redness surrounding where the missing cells were. His hair was nearly burnt off, and it left his scalp and the remaining hair black. He didn't have another eye. He was missing his entire arm but the shoulder nub and his torso was torn so badly that I could slightly see his broken rib cage. His leg was burnt, but there was no further damage.
(This story does have some imagery that may be disturbing to some readers.)