You laughed because you thought it was just a bad joke.
Kind of which you are laughing out of embarrassment.
Kind of which you are laughing out of pity.
Kind of which you are laughing from cruelty.
Kind of which you are laughing out of desperation.
Only when they threw you into your new home, you finally ran out of breath.
You were like a bug trapped in a glass jar, which repeatedly crashed into the cap without realizing that it will never get out.
Scream replaced laughter. It did not contain any words, because they were too human for your current status. You reached a hand through the bars - what you wanted to achieve?
Freedom? Peace? Time return?
They say that naivety is part of growing up.
The fact that you were innocent, that was not the worst; the worst lay in your real guilt. The damn selfishness. The damn blood.
They've warned you.
Once Black, forever Black.
