Cursed Children
It’s 2007. A maniac points a gun at three children – a 10-year-old, a 7-year-old and a 5-year-old. Don’t get too stoked though – the barrels of the gun are empty. Their father had watched way too many movies and just got a little too dramatic. So while the gun was a new gimmick for the children, they were mostly used to his drama. It was an exciting night, like most nights. The kids would spend most of the day like other children, with the exception of nights where their father, under the influence of alcohol, would play his sick twisted games with them and their mother. It’s almost beautiful how the human brain can adapt to everything – love, hatred, violence, just like that. I read somewhere that kids growing up with violence around them learn to embrace it and begin to find a home in the chaos. Which, for the most part, is good, but they never get used to normal surroundings, normal relationships, the normal status of life. The father is hardly to blame here either. Young