Sitting there, party in a daze, a mysterious young boy watches near his rough shack of a home, waiting for time to go by as quickly as it could go. Today seemed like any other day and the food wasn't that great. Nothing felt normal or interesting to him.He simply felt like giving up, especiially since his death which he could remember as if it was yesterday.
"Oh no!" he cried out."The screams are coming back to me."
The very young boy held his ears with both hands, trying to block out the sounds though they were coming from his head.