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Little stained white and black thing.

Little burden.

Spokesperson for the nighmares of children.

If I cannot save you.

I will teach you to save yourself.

Two boys were put into care.

Under ten.

One pretty and innocent.

One pretty fucked up,

just like you and me.

But both under ten.

Gave to a female couple.

Now here's something.

Heres something.

Turned out, just as I knew it would.

Two years past.

They fell in love with the younger one.

The older one had one thing on his mind.

Looking out for his younger brother.

He knew kindness is a face of lies.

He saw things he didn't think was right.

He was damaged difficult,

and didn't want to lose,

the one thing he had left in this whole shity world.

No good male influence in that household.

No man to say, 

I'll take the punches,

I'll take the kicks,

Together we can get though this..

No unreasonable decent confused man there,

to say.

This is wrong, I've got to try to do something..

Kid just lost the last thing in his whole dam world.

When asked,

the females said.

How difficult he was.

How awkward..

How dangerous.

At nine?

Filleting his little life,

of anything.

Before it even began.

You want to know what pc is?

Its looking at a kid playing with matches,

at 2am with hate in his eyes,

and sending him back to social services.

Then acting like your the victim...

You know what love is?

...We'll light a match each... First one to drop its a pussy..

he quickly drops the match in a few seconds.

you work your way through the box,

each one burning your tough hard hands,

Till the kid suddenly knocks a match out your hand,

cos he just found a friend,

and you just healed a little of the hate in this poor boys heart.

Want to play with matches in the future?

The kid looks up, and says no way..

The house won't burn down.

He won't play with matches again.

A few weeks later,

I'd bet a thousand pounds.

He'd tell his little brother not to play with matches.

Perfect solution?

No.

Should you fit a silent alarm on the draw that keeps the matches,

yes.

Check the matches are there, every night? 

Yes.

Check the room and clothes for matches?

yes.

Tell him you trust him and never let him know?

yes.

Be proud, you never find any?

You earned it.

But I'm not right, am I?

Send the kid back.

Take his brother from him.

Leave him to be hateful,

of the time he was caught and scolded.

As he buys a lighter, 

remembering his brother took from him.

The matches wern't dangerous.

The fire in the kid was,

and only the kid could decide to put it out,

before someone got hurt.