Sketch #15

He wasn't alone. He need it. But he felt lonely.

@dintamm_ursa

The school was completely full of people. People with friends. People that wanted to live. But not like him. 

He could hear them thinking. Most times about school, playing games or the opposite sex. 

He knew they were simple kids. He was fortunate to know them. 

But under his skin, there was this hunger against all of them. Because, from one second to the other, they could be so unhuman to others. 

All because they were representing their parents. They were the ones guilties. And he didn't think that because it was what society provided, but because he could listen all the thoughts.

He was cursed by his parents. And his parents by their parents. 
But that was his finish line. 


Alma woke up.
"No!", she though. That wasn't enough. Why it wasn't with that parvulli in specific?
Why couldn't she see more? 
Why it was always the same thing?