He was never loved.
His father diowned him and his never never cared for him.
Boy was lost with only emotions of lament.
Every night his father abused him in unimaginable ways while his mother watched and cackled, loving the sounds of her child's cries of agony.
Sorrow only goes so far until you want revenge.
And that's exactlly what Boy wanted.
He wanted them to feel the pain he felt.
He wanted them to suffer the way he did.
It was now night the clock struckt 11pm.
Boy slowly got out his bed and crept into the kitchen where he grabs a blade, gallon of gasoline, and a match set.
He steps outside and begins to drench the house in gasoline.
He knows his parents are still asleep and takes the advantage of lighting the match..
Boy backs away into a safe distance and throws the litted match.
The house begins to cut afire and a sinister smile is plastered on Boy's face.
Screams from upstairs he hears his parents wail in terror slowly the screams died and there wasn't a sound but the crumbling house...
Boy ran into his back woods where he slid down against a rotting tree.
He kept the knife with him and slid it acros his risk watching his crimson life leave his body...
As the night went on boy had died either expecting to be in heaven or hell but what he wasnt expecting was to be in the same forest and sitting
next to do a dead boy with an all too familar blade.
That's when boy realizes that this boy is him.
He is a lost soul...
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