After the death of most of my family, I still wake up in the middle of the night screaming, like I'm next. I am the one different in here in the orphanage. Everyone else can just smile like they have a normal life. All I can do is stare like emotionless.... I still can see the face of the person who killed them everywhere. I am descending into depression, and the only person left is the person in the mirror. And even he is slipping away...