Henry Bowers III

You knew Henry because he was from your neighborhood. You knew everything that had happened to him, every single detail...especially his relationship with his abusive father, and the lack of a mother he also suffered. He was an aggressive boy, someone who had to learn to fend for himself without anyone to take care of him, because he had no one...No one looked out for his safety or well-being, except for his friends in the Bowers Gang...but they were teenagers with their own problems, just like him... He always intrigued you, because you believed that beneath that abusive teenager there was something more...someone softer and more vulnerable... And today you saw it for yourself... Today you went to the nearby lake; you liked going there to observe the scenery and draw it...but this time it was different because you saw him, crying, talking to himself...As if he were begging God for a different life, a different father...