"Get up."
The small boy laid upon the ground, a small trickle of blood trailing its way down his face. "Get up."
He made the efforts of pushing his weight up, straining his arms to follow the command, but his limbs gave out, quivering underneath as they collapsed under him.
"Get up."
The boy looked up at the man before him, tears coursing down with the blood, diluting it as it dripped slowly down and off his chin.
A small whimper escaped his mouth. "I..I..,-," he made the efforts of pushing himself off the ground again, but could not even manage that.
The man above him sighed. "Jay get him up."
Another boy, one who had been silently watching with quiet sorrow and fury, approached the fallen soul and gently lifted him, careful to avoid the long gashes that were present upon his back
