Ian knew that thinking about the past would do nothing for him. It was done, it was in the past. There was nothing he could do to change it.
As much as it hurt it was a part of him now.
Ian walked around the park once more, feeling as the cold breeze brushed against his cheeks. He was proud of where he was now, of how much he had achieved.
He remembered how those parents had told him he wouldn't achieve anything, how his fate had been sealed by his family's loss.
-----Flashback-----
"Don't please, don't take him!" Ian could hear his mother beg as two policemen dragged Ian out of their home. "Please, he isn't even eighteen yet."
"Sorry ma'am, he assaulted another kid, and well, it's an order from the higher ups." The policeman told his mother with a frown.
"Mom, call dad, or grandpa, they will know what to do." Ian called out as the police shoved him in their car.
Ian watched through the window as his mother frantically ran inside to call his father or grandfather for help.