So naive he was back then. Thinking that he had seen the brunt of the world's horrors from a young age. Just because he was abused. Every day he cursed himself for checking the mail. In reality he knew such a wish was futile. Even if he conveniently forgot to check it they would have still sunk their claws in. He's seen it with his own very eyes. There was no escape.

"Don't fucking touch me. Don't you fucking dare try to take care of me when you can't take care of yourself. I am so fucking sick of you doting over everyone else to avoid your own shit. You pretend that you don't matter and it needs to stop."