"Damn it!"
A blurred voice echoed by the ear, a woman's hazy face appeared before his eyes. She seemed very angry, cursing furiously, smashing furniture, breaking everything into pieces and setting it all ablaze.
"It would've been better if you hadn't been born."
This sentence seemed to have been hidden in her heart for a long time, and now she finally spoke it out, as if her soul was being liberated. She walked to the window, laughing uncontrollably, but then she started crying uncontrollably as well.
The boy stood obediently in place, expressionless, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
The scene tinged with a bit of dark red, and the ensuing chill engulfed his consciousness. The lonely black night descended, covering him like a blanket.
Cold, very cold.
All the blood and muscles seemed to have frozen, even the bones and joints were stiff, sharp ice shards filled every part of his torso and organs.
