Run

It was like being shelled out, the things that were done to him. Everything that made you who you were, every sunny day in the sun, every friend’s face, every opinion and dream and memory and thought, gone. Scooped out and thrown away because suddenly, it didn’t matter to anyone. You, the you inside, the person you are in your head, the good and the bad and the beliefs didn’t matter and you didn’t know why, he didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter anymore. He was less than that and he didn’t deserve to have that and he wasn’t allowed to have it and he didn’t know why. He didn’t know what he did wrong.