It was easy, too easy.
Alone in a room consumed by darkness, a small lamp flickering in a corner warming the almost empty room, sat a sobbing boy on a plush crimson & black quilt. The little blonde was curled around himself, small, frail arms wrapping around pale knee's that were pushed up against his chest, a deep blackened substance trailing down a pale forearm & onto the crimson blankets in thick droplets.
It was definetly too easy.
