From his point of view..

When the kid threw himself to my knees and grabbed them.. I didn't know how to feel or how to process what happened. Even before that, I thought he was weird, but now I think I understand a bit more and then when i try to understand the rest, I just can't.

All I understand is the desperation, and that's maybe why.. I feel pity for him. I've been there.. I remember begging someone to stop. The memories of what happened started flooding back. My blood started boiling when I thought about the incident.

I remember feeling hatred and scared. They just left me there too scared of the consequences. I remember Him staying longer, too long. He just stared at me. He realized what he had done to me.

Now as I look back at this kid, I see myself, alone and scared. Tired of everything that happens everyday, when I was younger.

I felt this thing in my heart, it told me I couldn't let him die. Not by me at least. So, I did the thing I never thought I would. I picked him up and put him over my shoulder.

I just felt this urge to protect him for at least as long as I could. I knew he had blacked out already, and it seemed he broke his ankle. I did the one thing that seemed best. I didn't want to be caught because I still had victims on my board. So I brought him up to the steps of the hospital. It was late and barely anyone there mainly only workers and ambulances every now and then.

I ran up to the hospital door and and made a loud knock so they'd see him. I had to be quick, so I ran as fast as I could. I remember running like this when i was younger.. because of them. It hurt me to even remember their stupid faces..

But the one that hurt the most was my brothers face.