There would be light if he opened his eyes. He knew it. But… he wasn't even sure if he had eyes. Everything was strange. He concentrated, but it stayed dark around him. He wanted to move, but there was no body he could move.

But he could feel it. There was a body, but he couldn't use it. It wasn't his. He felt a second mind next to his. It felt familiar, but it was full of pain and fear. He stretched his mind to touch the other one.

He screamed. He couldn't stop screaming. The pain was killing him. What happened? He didn't understand. He woke up in this darkness and he didn't even know who he was. He screamed louder, but it weren't his screams. It was the voice of the other mind. The mind, who controlled the body.

He felt the tears on his cheeks. He felt every single cut that slit his back open.

"Stop it! Please!" He begged. No, no, he couldn't beg. He hadn't a voice. It was the other mind. A little child. Why did they do this to him? Why did he have to feel this pain too? He screamed with no voice. Why? He didn't understand. He couldn't remember anything. Who was he? Where was he? Why was he here? There was only pain. And it didn't stop.

He couldn't stand it.

It was too much.

Who did this to him?

Why did he have to bear the pain?

Stop it! Stop it!

He felt his anger rising. He still didn't understand what was going on, but he wanted to hurt whoever hurt him and the boy. He wanted them to suffer. He wanted to… kill.

As soon as he would be able to leave his darkness he would kill whoever was out there. No one would ever again cause him such pain.

Whom should I hate?

The boy's thoughts were filling his mind.

Hate?

Was this was he felt?

Next to all the pain and anger?

Hate?

Hate.

Yes.

He couldn't scream anymore.

He felt the boy getting weaker.

His mind faded.

Pain.

Anger

Hate.

He would never experience any other feelings.

He sank back into the dark.