The young boy pressed against the wooden board, covering his mouth and emitting muffled whimpers.
The light from the crevice fell on the young boy's face, he saw the wooden door broken down by the elders, his father spattered with blood, and the blood belonging to his mother smeared on the wooden boards that blocked his view.
It seeped through the crevice and fell into his contracted pupils, piercing his whole body with trembling.
Separated by a wall, he watched as his parents were taken away.
He kept his eyes open but dared not make any sound.
The light through that crack shone directly into his eyes, he pressed against the board, his eyes unblinking, as if to etch the scene deeply into his mind.
In his eyes was profound hatred.
Moments later, everything returned to silence.
His strength drained, he collapsed into the dirt like sludge, his heart sinking into an ice lake of sorrow.