Home

Home is known as an enjoyable, happy place where you can live, laugh and learn. It's somewhere where you are loved, respected, and cared for. For Seven it was nothing but hell not as though he wasn't used to such treatment at the age of 11. It had been seven years since Seven had witnessed the death of his mother by what is still unknown. As well as seven years since he had begun to dance with the ghost of the children through the halls of the not-so-bright orphanage. With a gloomy overcast covering the majority of the grounds, it's a miracle that the head of said orphanage hadn't begun to grow depressed over time. It must be the torture and abuse her sadistic self derives from the treatment of the children she was supposed to care for that keeps her so cheery.

Although not as malnourished as before Seven remains on the skinny side and still for the most part deprived of vitamin D and sleep. A routine that had been crafted for Seven at this esteemed institution is work work work and perhaps you'll get some bread. Unlike the other children, Seven was treated differently. Whether it be his lack of reactions to the abuse or rather anything or his aura that gave the head a reminder that death wasn't too far away.

Now, why were people scared of death?

Is it the lack of control they'd have over it?

The unknown?

The want to exist in this world as a person rather than not exist in nothingness?

Many people have the same as well as different fears about death. There are people who fear perishing and people who openly welcome it in this world.

Which one may you be?