Little Freak by Emma

The heavy metal handcuffs thrashed to the floor. His frail wrists bruised like a peach and red as a tomato. His clothes were almost rags, old and torn. Bold red spots were placed precisely on his neck. His wide innocent eyes flickered with hope, but still tears tumbled down his cheeks. His nose runny with snot, too big for his face, almost as if it was out of place. Emotions were welling up inside him, as words were thrown at him. At last he burst like a balloon, yelling, screaming. Tears were spilling from his eyes and his hands were clenched. Words were exploding out of his mouth. Finally he crumpled to the ground. Too tired to get up, he lay helpless on the floor as the hope drained out of him.