Walk the Borderline

Just as the boy had begun to cool from his outburst did a noise catch his attention. Then a voice. He had very little time to hide his irritable scowl, peering up with wide eyes as the familiar frame of his mother’s Nightmare came to look him over and question if he’d gotten a thorn in his paw. What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t catch a mouse so he got mad? That he was frustrated with himself for being so useless? Maybe… maybe that's exactly what he was supposed to do. “Ca-n’t do. any-anything right.” The boy mumbled, trying to avert his gaze from Ghoul, a flush of embarrassment burning just beneath his crimson pelt. It was true enough for him. It had been his first thought after his accident, that he was a foolish, foolish boy.

His mind shifted away from the mouse and the hunt, hyperfocusing on his many shortcomings instead. A brooding sort of expression darkened his features as she stared down at his feet – a crushed dandelion underfoot. Why’d he do that? It had been so pretty. More shame filled his body, his insecurities taking hold and overwhelming him as he had been caught having his tantrum.