The girl was only his age, a pretty blonde. He was sure he'd recognised her from somewhere. School, maybe. School seemed like such a long time ago now. He was so sure he knew her if not from there, but somewhere. He couldn't put the finger on the name, but he knew he'd seen her around. And yet, she hadn't recognised him...
"Oh, sorry," he had muttered, looking up to see eye to eye with the girl he had run into. She had given him a disgusted look before turning back around.
"Hey!" he threw in after her. Regretfully she looked back.
"What?"
"Do I know you?" he had asked.
"Sorry kid, you must be mistaking me from someone else. I don't hang out with thugs like you."
A thug. She had called him a thug, and all he'd done was apologised. He refocused on the reflecton he saw in the mirror, of an ugly teenage boy. Someone who was dirty and cruel, cold and depressed. Suicidal. Unable to break free of such thoughts. Unable to stop doing the wrong deeds of others. When would it end? He leaned over the basin, tears finally begining to fall. That was the other thing. He was so damn weak. He threw off his t-shirt and got in the shower, before turning on the hot tap full blast. He refused to let out the scream that was stuck in his throat as the hot water stung his thin layer of skin.
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