Koko Than

A thud was heard. On the ground was the figure of a boy, crying, barely able to breathe. His nails sank into his pale skin, his heart was pounding, his face now streaked with tears. Warm, scarlet drops slid down his shoulder, staining his fingers. He couldn't take it anymore; he just wanted that feeling to vanish... for himself to disappear. He tried to scream, but only a muffled whimper came out of his mouth—suffocation, anger, pain, panic