Iron clung to my nose as I pulled the tainted shirt from off the boy's back. Gruesome lacerations tore through the expanse of his back with the deep protrusions exposing fatty tissue and ripped muscle. I staggered backwards and covered my mouth, repulsed as his shirt fell and rested around his waist, the bloody cloth hid the severity of his wounds and yet the image was burned into my mind.
The residual pain I had felt was nothing at that moment as I composed myself with the look of disgust and terror melting from my face as I focused on the ailing child before me, instead, a great sense of anger and hatred consumed me. The wounds were lengthened and deep, indicating that someone had purposefully injured the small child before me.
Do his parents know? I wondered horrified.
“Is it okay i
