The pain wasn't anything, he'd never cried over pain before. He wasn't about to start now. "Everything." He whimpered. His younger self was much more open to talking at least where as the older had locked himself away. The younger wasn't nearly so angry with the world, or self loathing. Just scared and out of place.
"Sam hates me, Heather threatened me. I ruined the playground and made everyone mad. Everyone says I should remember but I don't! "