There once was a little boy who got lost in a very dark forest. He couldn't remember which way he should go to get back home. Not that there was anything welcoming at home, no one cared about him. Both his parents were drunkards. Her mom would stay at home, and keep on drinking the whole day, cursing her misfortunes and had much hate for her children, whom she thought were the cause of her broken marriage. His father was not seen often, the boy only knew he was a very hardworking man and was well praised by his friends, but the few times the boy saw him, he was in a pitiful state and it didn't take long for the husband and wife to get into a violent fight resulting sometimes in the children also being hit. What to say of his sister, she was completely insane, she talked in a weird way and wouldn't even touch him. Before he used to be very close to her, but it didn't take long for the young girl to lose control of her emotions. She was now a confused wreckage who got angry and violent if she was ever touched. His parents had removed her from school, and now he didn't know what she did the whole day at home. He himself had to go to school everyday, but he had no friends there. It was mostly his fault too cause he was silent the whole day and couldn't trust anyone. After some time everyone took it for granted that he was a loner and it went on like that for years. Now he was again alone, this time in a dark and scary forest. But he wasn't scared, he had grown up already and couldn't be hurt anymore than he was already. He looked around him and there wasn't a glimmer of light around. He felt somewhat peaceful. It was better than at home. He fell into a deep and relaxing sleep and forgot about all his misery. It was better this way.

by Nillen Eagle,
15:53 08 April 2003.