Hollowed Cries (1)

Blood was still dripping on the floor, creating a red puddle underneath a chair which was placed next to a desk. The whole room was neat almost to an obsessive extent. Not even a speck of dust was on any furniture. Every spot was cleaned rigorously and the white walls were almost shining.

It was spotless. Except for one place.

On the chair, sat a boy of around fifteen. Staining the neat desk was his own blood. His books were soaked with red blood while the wall behind him was also stained. The boy was seated in a peculiar position. His feet were pulled behind him on the chair looking as if he was on his knees when he died. His throat was slashed with a long and sharp kitchen knife while a look of pure horror was etched on his face. His mouth was wide open and he was staring at his laptop screen.

The knife lay on the ground next to the chair.