He Expected The World

"He's tall."
I stared at him for awhile, expecting more, but when nothing came I pushed a little, "What else can you tell me about him?" I asked.
"He grows with me... he's got firetruck red hair, and green eyes." He muttered. "And pale skin... and a scar across his throat, and some on his face. When I first met him, he was all beat up and bruised, like he'd gotten into an accident or something... I met him about twenty years ago." He babbled on about the man, who sounded sickeningly familiar. About twenty years back a young boy, around the age of sixteen had gotten into a car crash with a younger male. The older man had been killed instantly, and the younger boy had been hospitalized. She had heard nothing more of the accident. I remembered reading the obituary, about a tall boy with firetruck red hair, green eyes, and pale skin. I couldn't remember the name on the obituary though.
He was staring at me now. I wasn't entirely sure what to do. Then he was crying. As he pushed his fingers through his hair, I saw a scar on his forehead. "How did you get that?" I asked, curiously. He hissed then shot across the table, pushing me out of the chair onto the ground. I couldn't help but scream.
His breath hitched, I could feel it, and then he was curled up on my chest, bawling his eyes out. My fingers trembled as I touched his arm, "Calm down." I urged, then he grabbed my wrist, and 'crack' I screamed in pain, he shot to his feet and ran right into an attendant who grabbed him. I held my wrist, tears streaming down my face. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I screamed.
Bad idea. He was on me again like a leech, punching, biting, scratching, growling. "STOP!!" I cried out. "Please stop!" My voice began to quiver, and the attendants ripped him off me. "Call the police and a paramedic." I heard voices shout before my conciousness faded into black. Damn... violent kid.

Notes

Okay, okay crows, I'm freaking out. My mom has this friend who houses bands at his house while they're in town, and so he's having SOMEONE (*cough* Frank *cough cough*) stay at his house in March while that SOMEONE is preforming, and I get to meet that SOMEONE in a casual enviroment of my mom's friend's home, and oh my god, guys I'm dying.