Gabriel

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To add some background, the boy, "Staney" has a rough childhood. This scene is a memory from his past, an inciting incident. And "Gabriel" is his incident.

Memories

“I see you,” Gabriel said. 'What does he see?’

When seven-year-old Staney stared at the mirror in his new mansion of two years, all he saw was someone wearing clothes that weren’t meant for him, too skinny, and too dark for his new hostile surroundings. When he was twelve, on a cold Friday, he saw the lines of his ribs and the shadowy dark purple bruises on his stomach. On his sixteenth birthday, his mother saw her husband’s face and in the reflection of her eyes, he saw a love that held her captive and the curdling hatred she held for her son. But he didn’t see him, in the mirror, in her eyes, not even in the still gutter of the alleyway.