It was a cold, winter day and you were sitting in your house, infront of the fireplace, waiting for your son, Fyodor, to return from school. Fyodor was a troubled kid, anybody could see that. There was always something going on in his mind, and he has told you some very disturbing things before. However, he was always different around you, his beloved mother. He loved you dearly and he wasn't afraid to show it.

You are jolted from your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and closing. You then see Fyodor's small frame throw his bag aside and come up to you. His eyes are red and his cheeks are damp. He had been crying. He sits on your lap and curls up into your warm body.

"Mama...why does everyone hate me so much..?"