With each smack of my head to the concrete ground, a question echoed through my mind that still haunts me today: " Is this going to be how it all ends? "
He walked on, hardly aware of the route he was taking, for he had pounded these streets so often lately that his feet carried him to his favourite haunts automatically.
It tells us about how someone who had a happy and fun childhood can change drastically after a traumatic event, and also tells us about how our guilt and fears can haunt us for many years.
But it begins with a haunting image in silhouette, the kids' bikes chained up in a row at the cave entrance, football boots, shin pads left behind with no sign of their owners.