He’d been stupid and naïve to think that Laura might have accepted his problem as part of him. And why should she have? Why should anybody, it shouldn’t be part of him, he should be able to stay dry at night like every other teenager on the planet, and if he couldn’t even manage that then maybe he didn’t deserve friends. He was a disgusting freak, getting covered in his own urine every night, why should anyone put up with that? No matter how much he showered, how could he ever be truly clean?
Ben’s anger towards himself continued to rise dangerously, and he felt an overwhelming urge to take his anger out on himself. Without really thinking, powered on anger alone, he stood up, reaching for the barbed wire. He dragged a barb along his skin, watching his blood seep out of the scratch; it was strangely satisfying.