The Boy... I saw a boy laying there. Alone in the shadows. He had dark black hair that blended in with the darkness around him. His eyes were mislead, blind to what was happening to him. It was very cold wherever this boy was. I could see his breath being blown away from his lungs, like an ice-cold wind being released from its cage. He was shaking in fear. But what was he so afraid …
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…there trapped inside the shadows. Cold, shaking with fear on what would happen next, and tired from his horrible life. Then a thought struck me. I knew who this boy was. I remembered why he seemed so familiar now! That boy...the boy who took so much damage. The boy who was beaten as a child. The boy who was a victim of drugs, and hung himself in his own house. That boy was me...