He knew he was at a fence. And he only knew that because his fingers were wound around the metal mesh, as he clung to it for support. The boy wouldn't admit it but he was hopelessly lost. 'This place smells vile...' "Where the h*** am I..." Zenick choked on words, no longer feeling safe. His right hand groped in his pocket, hoping to connect with a i-pod. They didn't, and he knew that they wouldn't of... he'd dropped only a few minutes ago, and couldn't find it now. With his i-pod lost, his security blanket seemed to have flied away with the wind. The raven haired boy knelt down, pressing his forehead against the chain-link fence. "W..here... am I?" he fought against his own spiraling dark thoughts, wrapping skinny arms around his torso, in attempts to calm himself.
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