Prologue
A black haired boy, with broken blue eyes, sat rocking in the corner of a darken room. His skinny arms wrapped protectively around his knees, which were tucked under his chin.
His naked body, a mass of cuts and bruises. From the bags under his eyes you could tell he hadn't slept in a very long time.
His rocking slowed, then stopped completely, as the sweet darkness of unconsciousness took him away. His face relaxes as he slumps against the wall, but his dreams are anything but peaceful. The horrors of his waking hours returning in dream form.