Mangled scars on his face. His pale arms disrupted by the bruises and burns. Silent. His silence screamed for help at me. Was this really happening? I closed my eyes. Breathe. I took a long deep breath. It's just a dream, it's just a dream I repeated like a mantra I concentrated hard. I opened my eyes. I saw him there looking fragile. Tears flowed down his swollen eyes and down his bleeding cheek. He stared at me hardly blinking. My eyes met his soulless eyes begging for help. I had come to his house thinking he was sick because of the countless days of school he missed. But now I understood why. My heart shattered like pieces of glass slicing through my chest. I ran towards him and hugged him tightly as if I could protect him from this cruel world we were facing from. Grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears. I could feel his frail and trembling hands on my shoulders trying to push me away. I backed away instantly restraining him to use any more of his strength he turned to face me and said " I cant do this anymore..."
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