Continue Illustration by Witold Riedel Story by Derek Powazek

Allow me to set the scene.

I am twelve years old and in my bedroom. My dad has just opened the door. What he sees is me with a knife in my hand and blood coming out of my leg. In the air, falling all around me, are bits and pieces of a disemboweled teddy bear.

How I got here has something to do with being Jewish.

{ the scar }