FadeAmmo

“Mom! Dad! Can you look at what I made today?” A little boy with scruffy messy brown hair giddily ran towards the two adults. He held up a tiny house made of evenly carved wooden sticks. The two adults smiled, and patted his head. “That’s very good dear!” “It looks amazing. All your hard work made a master piece.” The brunet chuckled, feeling suddenly embarrassed by the attention and praise. It was obvious that he didn’t go out much by his pale skin and dangerously frail body type. “C--can I go out again?” He quickly jolted, seeing the sudden change in their expression. “J--J

“Shirley, It wasn’t me!” Though his posture seemed easy-going enough, his tone was laced with violence. Underneath his pale blond hair, the boy standing lousily could be seen glaring with maniacal eyes. He stood in a room mainly decorated with red furniture and paint. A good distance away from him, towards the windows showing a sunrise, was a similar looking female. Taller and older than the aggressive sounding lad. She herself wore a concerned sadden expression as the boy glared her down.  She shook her head, her arms crossed and her eyes squinting in conflicting emotions. “You really expect me to believe that?&