Quietly lying in the dark, his arms are wrapped around his own frame as an attempt to comfort himself while the tears that formed from his swollen eyes fell in sync of his staggered breathing. His crying was quiet. Soft sniffles and heavy pants, which would gradually calm to inhaling and exhaling to try and relax himself even though the pain that remained was unbearable. He was so young and naive, he didn't know much other than knowing that if he were to make a sound they may only come back, and only make his inflictions worse. Only after the pain would go down, and the tears stopped, would he then slowly fall into a deep sleep.

(((This is a story I've written quite a while ago, and am starting to sorta dig it back it back up. Uploads of it will be very inconsistent simply because I have to find parts of it. If I don't find anymore I'll have to leave it like this. I'm not a really good writer or anything, I'd I say I'm actually pretty bad but i appreciate you taking the time and reading it.

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