No POV.
Clay remembered the words so clearly. They echoed through his head and refused to stop. 'I am you mother, Clay.' No matter what he did, they repeated thenselves. He was terrified. Currently sat in the corner of his room, he felt broken. He finally let himself go, letting a few tears slide down his cheeks, before they escalated into loud sobs. No one heard him, and if they did they didn't care. He was alone. Alone...