A thirteen-year-old boy in a black hoodie with a big heart in front, his black hair looked messy, and in his big round eyes without eyelids, madness burned, his face was white as chalk, his mouth was torn from ear to ear. Jeff stepped on the threshold of his home and restlessly went to the bathroom, the boy looked at himself in the mirror, saying that the doctors had not completed something. What caught my eye was the usual thing that can be expected in medicine, the art of doctors, things on the cheeks that look like plasters, big ones like that. The boy shuddered and started stroking his face. Under the US constitution, everything is done correctly, not any change on a natural face without the permission of the mother.
“It hurts how to smile, even to speak. I can't imagine what's behind the beautiful things."
Grace heard Jeff and looked to him:
“Are you okay, Jeff? »
The boy nodded a couple of times, not knowing what to say, nothing came into his head except to tell what happened last night. Night. A bad night where people didn't even dare to help after hearing the screams.
"Mom..." Jeff says, "I'm so happy it wasn't as long as I thought. I'm so happy. So happy it's over. It was very painful... very painful....and..I killed..."
Grace awkwardly somehow looked at her son and did not believe what he was saying, maybe he had a bad dream, but in fact something else happened to him.
“Son, everything is over, everything will pass, the police are looking for those who did bad things to you. Will you eat?" mother said as she opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out.
“m-mom, they won’t be found, two idiots shed blood and they were in the same pain as me.Dark and Mark wanted me to sleep, now they fell asleep in my place .. mom, you won’t betray me?
"my joker, waiting for you in the kitchen"
Grace answered, then went to the kitchen closing the bathroom door behind her.
Toward evening, Jeff was sitting on the floor in his room, staggering around the bed as if not normal, the boy's eyes looked at the floor. The window in the room was curtained, the wallpaper on the walls was in the inscriptions "fall asleep", album sheets were hung with painted joyful smileys. Jeff never left the room, never even touched the lessons. It seemed strange to Grace, saying that someone offended Jeff because she did not take his words seriously. After the woman cooked dinner, it was already night, Grace sat down to watch TV. Finally, Jeff left this damn room, his look was tired and his stomach grumbled, the boy was silent. He approached Grace and asked:
"why are you awake? You're tired, you came home late, you're still watching the program, tomorrow is Sunday, you'll watch tomorrow. Jeff's voice was calm but nervous.
"Jeff, what happened?" Grace thought this was strange because something had changed in the boy, she decided to follow her son a little. The boy went to the kitchen, and a second later his mother quietly backed away behind him so that he would not hear her. Jeff took the knife, he looked at it for about two or three minutes.
"She doesn't want to sleep...and now she'll go," whispered Jeff in a whisper. Grace inadvertently sneezed. The boy realized that his mother was nearby.
"Nothing happened to me, mommy, go to bed .." the boy went to Grace holding the knife tightly in his hands.
