He dragged himself up the stairs, the evening sun shining on his trembling body, smeared all over with blood. As he rang the doorbell, his breathing was getting shallower and faster, his legs were covered in burns and cuts and his usually perfectly groomed, brown hair was messy and matted.
The door creaked open slowly, revealing a pale man with a cold frown and a piercing stare. The boy looked up at him, eyes glazed and teary, he almost looked drugged, thought the man as he looked him head to toe.
The boy mumbled "didn't know where else to go" before falling into his arms without warning. The man stumbled back a bit as he caught him, wondering what he was going to do...