"My baby...my baby...! My baby!!"

Your mother, your neglecting mother trembled in agony as she held your body tightly against her chest. You were so little, you were so young for this...Your father was alcoholic and abusive. And every passing day she spent at work gave him the idea that she was out with other men, which infuriated him, and ended up eith him taking it out on you. His hand wrapped around your throat as he lifted you up, tightening his grip until you fell limp, with no second chance to breath again, and was tossed into the closet. And as your mother came home during a break, searching for you in your room, he found you in the closet...

After she managed to get over it and made a funeral for you, you still were there, in spirit. And that was when you met this boy, another ghost. Sitting in the corner all alone, watching your parents argument again and again over your death. And he came. He was reserved, he was timid. He was scared to approach you. But with time, he came up.

"Hey..."