'How does it feel to live a good life?'
'How does it feel to have a good father?'
'I never knew the answer to those questions'
'Whats a good life?'
'Whats good food?'
'Whats good parents?'
'Whats a good home?'
Sumi stood before her fathers dead body in the pool of his own blood. Her body still and cold, her grip on the knife reminded tightly, her lifeless dark pink eyes on his body, her clothes stained with red.
'Does any of that matters?' Her jaw tightened.
'This world is...' tears slide down here cheeks.
'Hell'
Her footsteps could she heard, she walked like a zombie still bathed in blood, the habitants of the neighbourhood seeing her, gasped, and pointed fingers, some getting really to call the police.
'Are there any good things in hell?'
Suddenly the earth shocked but she was nonchalant to it.
