Mike didn’t know what to say, he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Ben started to speak again.
“I couldn’t stay in that room with them all laughing at me, so I just ran out, I didn’t know where I was going, but the woods just seemed like the best place, and, and, I just felt so pissed off, at myself more than anyone else, I hate being like this, Mike. I wish I was like every other teenager, no-one else wets the bed, Laura was right, I am a loser, no girl will ever like me like this, I’m just a joke.”
“Ben, listen to me, that’s not true,” Mike cut in, “If she said that stuff then it’s her with the problem. Ben, bedwetting is a medical problem, it’s not your fault, you can’t control it, how can you control what you do in your sleep?