No one's home. I go outside to
play even though there's no one to
play with.
I'm alone.
I run, jump,
play. All my childish innocence
still there.
I was still me.
Oh? This feeling. Hot yet cold? Wet but
still feel like something's searing
away?
Blood.
A cut across my leg. What do
children do? Cry? Scream?
Yes.
Keep screaming little girl.
No one hears you and if they did, they
wouldn't care.
Fear. Fear? Do children truely get
scared?
Scream all you like.
No one will help you.
Even from the beginning, you've always been
Alone.
