The young boy lay curled up on the hard concrete floor of the worn out building. He was covered in blood from head to toe, mostly from the weeping stab wound in his chest but the rest from the torturous events that had just occurred. A single pure white orchid slowly wilted in the crumbling walls and his life seemed to be crumbling and wilting like the flower and building he resided in. Tightly closing his eyes and clutching at his chest he tried to push the ugly thoughts to the back of his mind. Yet in his dire attempt to push the event out of his mind, it all came rushing back in an overpowering amount of pain and anguish. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out in agony. His shaky small hands raised to his head as he tugged violently at his hair; shaking it fiercely to try and get it out of his mind. Then it seemed as though he had to relive it all again in his head, as the horrifying experience breached his hidden barrier in his demented mind.
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