#possible starter...?

"R-Really? I doubt Zoey agrees with this, it's probably randomized or something..."

His feet were hurting, bleeding in spots where he had stepped on the broken glass of the lamp, stones on the ground. Vincent's body wracked with sobs so strong that with each one it nearly threw him to the ground as he ran and ran and ran out into the night. The pale cream nightgown he wore caught on branches but he didn't care, his heart was torn along with the tattered stuffed animal he held in his hands. Gone. Gone. Allison gone. Friend is dead. Papa killed her. Papa killed Allison. The boy was clutching the remains of what once was a stuffed rabbit with a little red jacket on it, although now it was nothing more but ripped in half, the stuffing gone. A shell of its former self. A deceased friend. Vincent couldn't see for the tears in his eyes made it hard, made the world blurry and he didn't care. Be good. Be my angel. I love you, my son. Papa. Papa...I love..... You.... Too... But it didn't feel like it. The orange haired boy kept running, not paying any attention to his surroundings as his feet hit pavement, slapping hard on the cold material. Where was he going...?