J.C'S POV

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As I slowly enter his room, I can see him staring at me and I can feel the stare of his glare going right through me as I slowly creep towards him. His face is plastered with a stone like expression and as I slowly stammer that my name is J.C Caylen, a small smile returns to his face and I feel my whole body relax as I approach his bedside. It is then that all the questions tumble out. Questions that include: "Why were you standing directly in the path of my car? What was with the peaceful and calm expression that your face held as my car drove into you? What are you running from?..." and many other questions which made his expression turn from calm to scared and concerned. And it is at this point after a long and passive silence that he begins to explain and I honestly can't believe what this poor kid is and was going through. It really made me think about what I was going through and how different and harder his fight was and I knew at this moment that I was meant to hit him in a really strange way. Him explaining his story involved me into his messy and horrid life. And honestly I am not prepared at all.


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