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“Why must you always be in the way!” Two separate pairs of voices yelled, they looked down upon two very different children, as different as night and day yet both were victims. And both were alone. Bright blue eyes glared out from beneath dark curls fiery and defiant; dark blue looked down and to the side resigned and defeated, wheat blonde hair just long enough to hide watery eyes.
The prim and starched clothes were suffocating, buttoned all the way up to tighten around his throat. Everything perfectly tailored to fit all the way down to his socks. When he was older he’d keep them undone, he’d never feel like this again, the tie around his neck a noose, the buttons his shackles.
The shirt slipped off his shoulder again, way too big. The fact that is was his sisters old clothes didn’t help, even if they were for boys in the first place. Trousers bagged to the point that if he wasn’t careful they’d tumble around his ankles. The folded up cuffs