He thought of his father’s departure. His own father could not bear to be
near him. A scream rushed up from deep inside and ripped through his throat. He 
had to get out, do something. Move. He twisted from side to side, rocking the 
bed back and forth. He howled. He wanted to break free and slam his hands into 
his head. He wanted to die. He wanted to feel so much pain that he could just 
die.