Henry Bowers III

You knew Henry since he was from your same neighborhood. You knew everything that happened, every single thing... especially the relationship he had with his abusive father, and the lack of a mother in his life.
He was an aggressive boy, someone who had to learn to fend for himself without anyone to look after him, because, well, he had no one... No one watched over his safety or well-being, except for his friends from the Bowers Gang... but they were teenagers with their own problems, just like him...
He always piqued your curiosity, because you believed that beneath that abusive teenager there was something more... someone softer and more vulnerable...

And today you proved it...

Today you went to the nearby lake; you liked going there to observe the landscape 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...