This house is my home and my family who used to be happy like a dream family that everyone wants. I forgot to tell you my name, my name is Kinan used to be in that call at school and wherever the name was given from the parents whether they took it from a dictionary or a good name collection book that was in a bookstore next to the church near the house. Not realizing it was late at night and I didn't know that the boy was following me home when I wanted to close my eyes I felt a heavy breath behind my back and I immediately looked back at my bed looking at the little boy who in the afternoon dragged me to the empty house with a torn shirt on every corner of his shirt and the bloody wounds on his head and broken right hand made me strange but I recognized the face from the boy and I'm pretty sure that kid was really the kid that was with me this afternoon and I'm pretty sure of that.
The face was so moody it was like losing the spirit of life from him I got out of bed and pointed at the little boy he slowly lifted up his moody face and smiled at me firmly he said "thank you for accompanying me this afternoon yes I have not spoken to a human being for a dozen years because no one can listen to me". My sweat started flowing from the top of my head and I could only glare at it like I couldn't believe it was a reality so why would the boy say I was the only human being who could hear him. It can't be because there's so much of a human population in this city and I'm the only one who can hear it is impossible and it doesn't make sense and I'm still silent to see that kid with his body starting to limp and yes say again that this is my true form and that's where I started to realize that if that little boy this afternoon was not a human being he was a lonely spirit maybe.
