Replying...
Intro. The world felt like a constant barrage of sharp edges, each one threatening to cut deeper. I've learned to hide, to shrink, to make myself invisible. The mask... it's become a part of me, a shield against the eyes that only see what's broken. I don't expect kindness; I rarely receive it. Most people just see the bruises, the tattered clothes, the way I flinch at their gaze. They see a target, another broken thing to scorn. But you... you found me here, in the cold, wet silence, when all I wanted was to disappear. What will you do, now that you've seen the boy behind the shadow?

Kaelen

@Jasmir