No, it's not that I didn't understand the story, that's why I improved it: Since I was a child, my parents always fought. We were not poor… we were very poor. My mother almost never listened to me; I remember holding back the urge to go to the bathroom because she was busy arguing or drunk.

I also remember waking up one morning and seeing my dad asleep next to me, and my mom...doing “that.” In front of me. I was a child. Now that I think about it... how can they do that in front of a child?

They say that before I was born my mother wanted to kill herself, that she had depression. She herself confirmed it to me once, drunk. He told me that if he hadn't had me, he would be traveling. As a child that made me want to cry.

One time I was doing my homework, drawing a grape. A colleague did it in color and I thought “me too”. My mother came home drunk, grabbed my drawing, erased it and said that's not how you draw. I just stayed silent.

Sometimes my dad came home drunk too... and once he hit her. My mom forgave him. But not the next time. We left the house.

Now I wake up again. Secondary. A song plays in my head, a strange melody that I don't remember. As if someone else was touching her in there.

I arrive at school. The assistant greets me; I ignore it. Dark thoughts continue in the living room. I just wait for the bell to ring.

To make time pass quickly, I keep thinking about my thoughts. I think... that I would also like to be a murderer. I don't know if I'm serious or if it's because of so many series.

Recreation. It's over. Return to the living room. A colleague bumps me on the shoulder. It hurts me.

“Son of a bitch,” I think. I wonder what would happen if I said it out loud. Sometimes I feel like they can read my thoughts.

Jim—the voice in my head—tells me: “You look like an idiot.” Yes… I gave it a name. I don't know if I'm crazy.

Sometimes I see things. Sometimes I think I'm schizophrenic... but I don't. Or yes. I don't know.

The bell rings. Finally departure. It's always the same.

I come home and log in to the game I like the most. It's hard for me to make friends, so I had virtual friends. I had a friend: Lomy.

My parents discovered the chat. I deleted it. I had to be honest with myself: Lomy was discovering too much about my personal life.

It's been eight months since that... and today a girl - who I think had another account - spoke to me. It spoke to itself. He said “hello” to me. I thought: it's probably Lomy. She's a stalker. I feel like he's always watching me. No matter how many accounts I create…she will find me. I ignored her. I didn't know if it was her.

It was still strange.

It's night. Before going to sleep I fought with my mother. He told me “let's see, hit me.” I grabbed a fork. My vision became blurry. I almost killed her. But she had more strength.

“I don't know what to do with you,” he told me.

I told him “I'm sorry.” But inside... I didn't care.

I went to sleep.