Pretty moon

—Haha, he's here.
—Kill him, kill him!
—I'm not killing anymore, brother.
—Cool, I'll kill then!
The boy ran to the body that lied on the floor. Agonizing. It couldn't be said he battled to live, he had already accepted his fate. Although...
He didn't think it would happen that way.
—Hahaha! Eat this!
The boy stabbed him with a long knife. At the forearm, just to bleed a bit more. His whole body felt like a giant hurt. At first, it seemed like it didn't matter what would the boy do, it wouldn't be felt since pain already taken over. But there was a that brief moment where it seemed to get a thousand times worse, then got back to the constant, drowning pain.
—Heh... you didn't even scream...
The knife passed through his arm, creating a wake of blood that went until his shoulder. He couldn't speak anymore.
—You bleed funny!!
What followed next was a weird scene in which a child slaughtered a man. He stabbed randomly, hand, belly, chest, legs, face...
—Great. Hey, come here, the boy already killed him. We're moving!
—He didn't last muuuuuch...
—I know, we'll look for the next target. She'll find it for us.
The woman approached them.
—You know I don't approve what we're doing.
—But we'll keep doing it anyway, so, you'd better help us out.
—Oh, please, please!
The boy looked at her with those big shiny eyes, if it weren't for his clothes soaked in blood, she would have already fallen for those innocent and kind looks.
—Let's go...


So... what were we doing anyway?
Heh... sometimes I feel I'm the only one with these sudden moments of despair. I feel ridiculous when I think about it, but well, it has already happened. The circle ends and starts, again and again. I even asked for hugs and other things... damn...
Well, as I slept a bit better this night, the day passed smoothly. Always like that... I don't know if I can say "things are getting better".
I remember a few dreams.
And I feel a bit torn between just sitting at the floor and crying, and getting a knife and running around, making them pay...
Them...
Who is "them"?
I would like some ice cream.
And yellow lillys are pretty. They're different, just like the psychologist said.
I want... to sleep... differently...