~Three: Killer~
A three-year-old blonde boy hid in the shadow of a stack of crates, rubbing at his eyes to stem the tears that were leaking from beneath tightly-clenched lids as he tried to shake off the hurt from the latest insult that had been spat his way by an angry adult.
Killer.
Just because he'd been carrying a sleeping kitten down the street.
He'd been called a killer and he was only three years old.
Why did everyone do this to him? What had he done?
Okay, last one for today! Again, if you like it (or if you don't) please review! I'll have another two chapters up tomorrow if I get my two reviews ^.^
Ja Ne!
Ashuri