Markus looked up when he heard the door, trying to look towards Agnes.
“I’m okay.. no..”, he answered quietly. “I’m- I’m sorry- are you- a- did- are you hurt?”, he asked, worried. He hadn’t told her, he had just said to be careful -she must be hurt, and he felt terrible for it. If he had told her, she wouldn’t be.“No, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t- I hadn’t had t-the chance- I’m sorry-”, he whimpered, curling up tighter. He was expecting to be hurt, to be hit or kicked or yelled at. He was just used to being treated like that.
Agnes sighs softly and comes over, kneeling next to him. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Yes, I was hurt, but it wasn’t anything serious. You had many chances, but it’s okay that you didn’t. I don’t want you to be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you.” She rubs his head gently.
“Are you hungry? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” She was only worried about him.
Markus whimpered softly, teary eyes hidden in his arms. It was all his fault, and he didn’t deserve her to be nice to him, to be treated so nicely.
“I-I’m sorry…”, he whispered quietly. He shook his head at her question, not feeling like he deserved food, and really not needing to go. He just wanted to be swallowed by the earth now.
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