Everything hurt, from the nose to the toes, everything was bruised and beaten. The little boy lay curled under the playground slide. His little boy shook with fear even though the threat had left the grounds. But he knew it was not gone. It would NEVER go. He was trapped with nowhere to turn. No one to confide in. Even if he did go for help, who would believe him? He was the social outcast. Beaten everyday of his life by his legal guardians, Uncle and Ante.
He was not ugly, or malformed. Nor was he stupid or disabled in any way. Just a single scar on his forehead shaped like a lighting bolt. He may look a little odd with the bright green eyes and jet black hair, but nothing to different. He was quite normal. He didn't understand why he was treated with such utter contempt. It made no sense to the five year old boy. He saw the other children loved and hugged by their parents. Why was he not loved? Where were his Mother and Father? Did they not love him? Why did they leave him to such cruel people. It was not fair
Now the tears came. while the imminent threat had left he still face abandonment at the park. and it was getting darker. The leaves began to rustle and the wind made howling noises. It was getting colder. The boy shivered in the cold and fear. He pushed himself up and crept quietly out from under the slide. Sitting up he looked around for any clues as to where home was. But no five year old could possibly remember that. He limped sadly out of the park and onto the sidewalk. He bravely struck out randomly onto a street.
But the wind howled again and he let out a cry of terror. He began to dash blindly down the street not knowing where he was going, and running into the middle of the road.
A blinding pair of headlights flashed into view, and the boy froze in terror. He knew the car would hit him if he didn't move, but he was so very scared.He heard a loud screeching noise of the car. And felt the bump that sent him sprawling. What if the car kept going? What if it wouldn't stop?
But it had. laying on the ground he heard footsteps rapidly running towards him. A cool hand on his brow and strong arms lifting him up. But after that his fear overcame him and he black out.