Inside a small bedroom which contained a medium sized bed that seemed to be decades old and a wardrobe that didn't hold much clothes. A 10 year old boy knelt on the floor, sobbing quietly, his hands were covered in blood and there seemed to be a blood-stained table knife laying on the ground beside him.
He was crying but rather than tears, blood was dripping from his left eye, there was a freshly slashed wound across it, though it wasn't deep enough to affect the eye.
"I hate everything!" The boy voiced out in annoyance.
"I hate everyone!"
He continued to sob and yell, not paying attention to the pain he was feeling from the cut on his eye. He felt the pain but ignored it, he was too angry and depressed to actually care.
"Why did you have to leave me like this mum? Why!" he cried out
