A small boy wearing baggy jeans, a black long sleeve shati with messy raven hair was sitting on a bench in a downtown park crying, whispering. "Why mommy, why did wewe die, why did I have to watch wewe go, tell me this is a bad dream please just wake me up!" As the boy was crying an old man walked up to him and gently placed his hand on the sobbing boy's shoulder and told him. "It will be okay, all wewe have to do is lift your head up." In a cheerful tone but that cheerful tone turned sour, wamekula when the boy lifted his head and his bloodshot eyes stared into the old man's soul the boy murmured "my name...
continue reading...
