"What do you want now?" He spat these words at me. These were the words of a 16-year-old boy who didn't give a damn if I was upset. I was locked in a room full of children who were feeling the air for their own voices back. Would I have to do like them, would I have to grab the cold air for something that is mine, and only mine and no one had the right to take from me because I came to help screaming children?
"...(Why are you doing this)...."
"Are you completely thick? No one will ever understand me, no one. Yet, I thought, knowing what you did, you'd understand".
"...(Explain to me and I…
