Silent Swing

He felt sick. He couldn't think straight. His eyes stared unseeing at the playground. He sat on a lonely swing, watching the kids run around and give him a wide breadth. They didn't like his presence. They were wary of him. Not like Chloe. He was her best friend. Then again, he wasn't sure how many kids her age she hung around. Home schooling, never being let out of the house. He doubt there were very many. He swung himself around once, the chains twisting and uncoiling around him. He didn't want to obey them. Really he didn't. Which was why the others had to reach him first. He sighed, taking the money and paper out of his pocket. The boy that stood bored between his mum and her friend would do. He'd been watching him for five minutes now. So young and innocent, as most children were. Not those in the hands of Cameron Henderson.

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