"Mama? Papa?"
The words escaped his throat, in a weak voice. The child laid in his room, on the cold, wooden floor. A small, nine-year-old child, with his messy blond hair, and his weak violet eyes, who clearly hasn't eating in days, perhaps a month or two, wondering why his parents ignored him. Did they love him? He wouldn't be here if they didn't. His stomach growls, demanding food, but he refuses to leave the room to get any. He's not allowed in the kitchen without a grown-up, anyways.
He lay there, silent. Ignored like always as his parents fought downstairs. His vision started going dark, and he slowly let himself fall into an endless, dreamless sleep.
"Everything will be okay..."
His weak voice whispers. A single tear fell down his face as he passed with a smile.
Faintly, he heard his door open, the scream of horror that escaped April and Andrew, his only friends, who screamed his name. The name he had almost forgotten.
Matthew Williams...My name... is...Matthew Williams...