AN: I'm in a creepy mood… Enjoy.
He's always been such a good boy.
Although he always looked with those wide, wide eyes. Looking like he knew something they didn't.
Such an intelligent boy.
Although he had bruises. Yes, bruises. Sometimes on his arms, sometimes on his legs, sometimes on his face. But he always said he just fell. What do you think?
His parents dropped him off at school almost every day. He was always ahead of the class. But he was a loner, always by himself.
He always to seemed to be looking above everyone's head.
Sometimes passer-by saw the face of the little boy, peering through the attic window.
Such an emotionless face…wait…were those tears?
The father was dominating but quiet. He never spoke to the teachers. Never. Seemed like he didn't care. Never showed any compassion to the boy.
The boys' eyes were red.
The other children didn't like him. Strange, they'd say. Creepy, they'd say. Yet the boy didn't seem to care. He'd just ignore them and his jam. Oh, how he loved his sweet strawberry jam.
Such a good boy.
Although he sometimes scared the other children.
The mother always appeared caring. But at times she seemed somewhat fed up with the boy.
They were horrible parents. Horrible. What did they do? Well…
He often drew in class. Pictures of strange things.
He said they weren't strange. No, he said they were works of art.
Human body parts. He often drew human body parts.
The other children never spoke to him.
He didn't care, he said. He didn't need them, he said.
You know he was abused. His parents always hurt him.
The parents yelled at him but after a while, the boy stopped crying in from of them.
They locked him up in the attic. They'd leave him there, sometimes for days.
He always said he didn't like what happened when the numbers ran out.
No one ever understood him. Such a misunderstood boy.
But as he grew older he stopped saying that.
He always said he had bruises from falling. Always.
Such a good little boy.
AN: What do you think? Creepy? Weird? Stupid? I like it.
-Tsukiyo