"You really think you can change me?" His voice was so different from when you last heard it. A few days ago, he was his happy, carefree self and now... This completely contrasted it. It was both sad and scary.

He had his hands hanging loosely at his sides before he raised his hands up in fists, standing in a fighting stance.

"You can't change my past. You can't change the shit I've been through, the shit that goes on in my mind. I'm too far gone for saving."