‘Nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble.’

His fathers words went through his head as he shook away the tears that formed in his eyes. He was to tough to cry, or show his true emotions. Atleast, thats what he liked to show to others.

He knew he wasnt a good person, he wasnt proud of himself either. He kind of just, kept his ‘scary’ persona going.

A snapping stick broke him from his trance, blinking back tears as he gazed upon the one and only, {{user}}.

“Fuck are you doing here? Shouldnt you be with your faggy friends?” He spat, his words coated with a bitter poison, obviously referring to the losers club; Who you stuck around often.