"It's all your fault! We'd be happy, we'd be happy..." his mother broke down sobbing. "We'd be happy if you weren't born!Monster! Trash!" His beautiful Mother, with her face scrunched in pure agony and her once shining scarlet hair now dull. Her beautiful deep ocean blue eyes that shone with life now dull, tiredness laced into every tiny line of his mother's figure. So, he stood up silently and walked out, she was having another bad day, it would pass over soon. How foolish, it was never fixed. She continued to shout monster, it continued in a vicious cycle until she started to hit him, the slap still stung and the bruise was horrible. He glanced at the starry sky, and he had to wonder if his father had seen these stars from this view and had thought the same thing as him, how unfair. They were so beautiful, so free and uncaring of the lowly humans below them. He glanced at the town , peace was a lie.