{ w h o } Ishani & Rais. { w h a t } First encounters. { w h e r e } Carnival grounds. { w h e n } Four years ago. { r a t i n g } PG?
Rais knew what feeling awful was like. He'd spent almost all of his life feeling that way. Until recently... until the few past months, when someone had shown him what it was like to be a human again. What it felt like to be talked to, as opposed to being scolded. What it felt like to be touched gently, and not beaten.
And then last night, it all came back. All at once. Maybe it was to make up for all the not awfulness that he hadn't felt, maybe all the awfulness just decided to hit him at once last night. Maybe that's why so many people got hurt, and maybe that's why Smith...
He'd ran far, far away--at least it felt that way. He'd ran as far as he could, until he couldn't run anymore, until he'd fallen and tripped and had choked on his tears and gasps and he'd just fallen asleep sobbing. When he'd woken up (he didn't know how many hours had passed... maybe only a few? a whole day? He didn't know...) he'd scrambled to a nearby trailer wall, hugging his knees to himself tightly.
He was all alone, for the first time. Even when it was before Smith came, those men were there. But he didn't know what to do now--he couldn't take care of himself... he didn't have money, or a job and he didn't know anyone. He didn't even have proper clothes, they were ripped and torn from the struggle last night, and he was covered in dirt and blood, whether it was his own or not, he didn't know...
He felt absolutely hopeless.
Rais tried very hard to hold back his tears, but it overwhelmed him as he sobbed to himself, his hands gripping his arms tightly.