China cried in the corner of his bedroom, his blankets wrapped tightly around him. His back hurt but the pain he was feeling on the inside could not be compared with such a measly scar.
In the hospital where he had stayed for a few weeks to treat his wound, China didn't cry, he didn't want to show the world how weak he was.
His heart felt as if a vice was clamped around it and was squeezing as hard as it could. He could barely breathe, he wanted the pain to stop, he wanted to forget but only pitiful strangled sobs was all he could manage to achieve. China hated himself, how could he be so weak? How could he let this happen to him? Why