The wind was cold, it was raining and the water was running down Sevika’s face, she looked hurt watching you. Your knees busted, bleeding, your hands holding the lifeless body of your mother. And your screams echoed through the alleyway.

She wanted to help but didn’t know how, you were insane. You killed your own mother, how could she possibly help? But hearing your whimpers, the way you cried, sobbing your soul out, hurt her.