Damien stared right up at the ceiling with his hand behind his head while lying shirtless on the cold bed. He has learnt to adapt to the loneliness and darkness that now surrounds him. He reminisced on the old times when the bed he now lay on didn't have to be cold because someone was filling in for him, someone who he had thought he was going to live with in this big house with strings of music filling the air. There were so many things he had thought he would do, only to be destroyed by the one who he calls his father.