the lonely child -chapter: the way to the worst of my nigthmares- part 7

"this time, the sound of his voice was realy horrible. Drowned by the desperation I answered his so insistent question with a simple couple of worlds- I am orphan-, and, without saying more, he pick me in to the car and continued driving. I was too pressed and hurted but I was Accustomed, I didn't think two times before falling asleep. At that moment, I got up, fortunately, it was a nightmare"

♥In this part of my story the child remembers a black way of his life, the dead of his mother, however that it was in his dream he can fell all the pains of his life when he is sleep too