"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"
The boy continued wailing, hoping he would soon awake from his nightmare but the sticky sensation gripping his knees, the sound of his voice echoing and the iron smell terrorizing his nostrils emphasized his grim reality.
[...Why?]
[What did you do to deserve this?]
[Mom, you said that God is watching us, and that He loves us...]
[So why? Why did He let this happen to you?]
[Why does He let us get sick and go to bed hungry?]
Mikha'El's thoughts echoed louder than his scream, his hands balling into tiny trembling fists as his mourning was slowly turning to rage.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"
He continued screaming, a strange and sharp migraine gradually gnawing at his brain, producing bulging veins all across his face.
And as the headache slowly began fading, he felt a strange sensation within his body, as though his blood was made of liquid magma.
"Urgh!"
