‘What is this?’
‘What are these noises that I keep hearing?’
‘They won’t...they won’t stop.’
‘Shut up, dammit! Shut up!’
‘Quiet!’
‘Stop talking! Stop arguing! Stop yelling!’
‘Leave...just leave me alone, please.’
‘I just want peace within my head.’
‘I don’t know if I can take this much longer...’

~*~

A boy, all alone, in a large room, filled with toys. A house full of maids working, all too busy to play with him. Parents always away, either working all day and night, or abroad. Neglectful, yet protective.

He’s all alone, in a large room filled with toys. No one to play with. No one to talk to. No one to laugh with. No one to cry with. No one to share his toys with…

The toys are all his. Every child’s wildest dream. He’s lucky, so lucky. Everyone wants to be his friend.
No one wants to be his friend.

~*~

Kris, what are you doing? Kris, don’t do that! Kris, don’t touch that! Kris, what’s wrong with you? Kris, why won’t you talk to us? To me? To someone who loves you?

Kris, what’s going on with you? What’s wrong? Can’t you tell me? Won’t you tell me?
I only want to help.

~*~

‘Mom, can you...?’
“Not now, Joshua.”
‘Dad, will you...?’
“Not now, Joshua.”
‘Can I...?’
“No.”
‘I want to play outside.’
“It’s too dangerous.”
‘But, what do I do?’
“Play with your toys. You have more than enough to keep you busy.”
‘Toys won’t talk to me. Not like a real human would, anyway.’

‘I doubt any of you would care, anyway.’


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