Not One of Us

As he stepped onto the platform, he felt every eye on him. Eyes like daggers, piercing his skin sharper than any knife he'd ever felt. He averted his eyes, looking at his feet, as he walked on. Then he heard them. The whispers. The accusations. He felt hatred fill him. But surprisingly, it was not them he felt it for/ Song-fic of Not One of Us from Lion King 2. Two-shot