Death...a word that came easily to Karma. He had experienced it many times in the course of his life.

Death; when his first pet goldfish died.

Death; when his grandmother died.

Death; when he saw his mother lay in a coffin.

Death; when both of his parents died that day.

It came pretty easy to him nowadays. It's like he wasn't even trying. He had only tried one time when he desperately tried to revive his goldfish. He really missed Larry.

He didn't think he could take much more, to be completely honest. He couldn't even remember the last time he smiled genuinely (most likely when Larry was still alive, he mused). Could he even smile anymore? He didn't know.

Staring into the blank space of darkness, he recalled the one time in his childhood when he was happy (besides with Larry, of course); it had been the day his father had left town for a week on a business trip, leaving him and his mother alone. They never really got along. Sad, he thought, mother was so kind and caring, father didn't deserve her.

His mother was the only thing that kept him sane for the part of his childhood that she was there. She was always smiling, even in the darkest of hours. She would always sing him a lullaby to bed and make him his favorite meal for lunch in the mornings. She even let him help out with some of the drawings she did as a part-time graphic designer. He still thinks he has some of the designs she printed out all those years ago.

During that week his 'father' (could he even call him that? He seemed like a complete stranger to Karma) was gone, he and his mother went to help out at a local park where they needed good artists to paint colorful pictures on the walls. It was probably one of the best damn times in his life.

But then everything went to hell when father came back.

He came back with a foreign woman (Karma knew because her Japanese accent was just awful) clinging to his arm and kissing his cheek. Both looked happy as ever as if father wasn't already married and had a kid; like his wife and kid didn't even exist in his life. He and mother got into a fight, both throwing curses at each other (it was also the first time Karma had ever heard his mother curse) and occasional slaps being thrown here and there. All the while the foreign bitch (he didn't even bother to remember her name) sat down with him on the couch, trying to get him to warm up to her.

Karma never wanted to sock the man so hard in his face in his life.

Later that day, while he was in his room reading a novel his mom bought him, his mother came into the room with tear stains on her cheeks. She was obviously trying to convince Karma everything was alright judging by the watery smile on her face, but the red blotches on her cheeks said otherwise.

"Mommy is going to get some fresh air alright? I'll be back in a bit sweetie," she gently cupped his face, kissing his forehead lovingly and whispered the last words he ever heard her say. "I love you."

She never came back that night.

I apologize in advance for a) the lack of author notes, b) the chapters being so short and c) the chapters making no sense at all. I was in a really bad mood the past few days (plus I'm starting to get a bit stressed with school, especially since I want to maintain my straight A streak) and I got a bad headache this morning too. So basically this chapter is just me venting out my emotions (as was the previous chapter and possibly the others to follow)

Hope you all liked this speedy update :P