A teenager of about fourteen was sitting near the trash cans, his face was white as paper fox, covered with burns, and the corners of his lips were cut. He laughed wildly and stuttered as he spoke. He probably turned to the void, not noticing anyone
my face...ah.. oh yes, I did it.. because my brother... because.. my feelings.. I was overwhelmed with emotions and I.. I.. did it... I thought my mother liked it my new face, but she doesn’t... hehehehe.. I remember the fire and.. hooligans... huh?