They had cut a chunk out of you

You were standing there young and handsome, with a bewildered look in your eyes. You seemed to be holding everything together with your arms which you held crossed against your chest in a desperate hug. When you turned your head, it turned in small jerks. When you uncrossed your arms, your whole body trembled uncoordinated. You smiled at every pretty girl who walked past you. A wide childish smile you couldn't control, which became a bitter grin as they continued their way unperturbed. Then the bus arrived and you turned in your jagged way to take it. That was when I saw the hole at the base of your skull and a scar as wide as your smile on the side of your head.