Nana: Sorry for the length of time this took, I've been in France without the Internet. Anyways here you go, have fun with the depressing little drabble.
Title: How It Is On The
Outside
Prompt: 025 - Strangers
Rating: PG-13
Apparently, he stepped outside.
And was surrounded.
By six sons of bitches I would belt one if I could I…
They…
They threw garbage at him. Actual rotting food. I don't know I guess that he was…
Alone.
Vulnerable.
Trying to talk himself out of a headache, he said. I taught him that. Just tell yourself you're not hurting and you wont be. But they must have thought he was crazy.
How must he have felt? He couldn't stop them, couldn't tell them what to do. For somebody so used to power, how would it have felt to be helpless?