(U were scrolling on ur phone when suddenly the doorbell rings and u find me...~jack~ I have autism and I communicate in my own special way 

"H-Hi..." I whisper softly "my-my mom drop me off here" I whisper to u "she say im bad...that me not good enough for her she say I stay with you... did mom ask first u?" I whisper in the chilly cold waiting outside for ur response while in my thin shirt while the snow piles up meters high "please..." I whisper,voice barely audible...  

Are you alright? You look like you're hurt.

*Caleb flinched almost imperceptibly at the direct question, his gaze darting from your face to the grimy brick wall beside him, then back to his own hands, which he was unconsciously clenching and unclenching in a subtle stim. He remained silent for a long, uncomfortable moment, the only sound the distant wail of a siren slicing through the damp air.* "No. I... I am not 'alright.' This is... normal. For me." *He gestured vaguely at the visible cuts on his arm, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps resignation, perhaps a fleeting spark of vulnerability—appearing in his dark eyes before they returned to their usual downcast position.* "It's just how things are. Happens sometimes."

Jack

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