Lovesick

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The sound of the grand piano echoed in the room. The boy close his eyes as his fingers trails on the piano, hitting the notes that sounds the most sorrowful and the saddest in the world.

He kept playing as the sounds of footsteps and the jangling of keys became closer to his room. His body moves emotionally to the melody as his eyes were completely shut.

"Adam Crud!!!". The woman scream in anger. The boy stop playing the grand piano.

"What have you done now?!", her face were red as she scream at the top of her lungs. The boy just sit there, staring at her with an empty expression.

"What now, Adam? Can you just stop doing this crazy things?", the woman grab his shoulder with both of her hands as she glances his face, not brave enough to stare his eyes.

"Stop what, mom?", he said while looking down.

"STOP!!!", the woman scream. "I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!". The woman starts running out of the room and to the hallway. The maids were chasing after her. "MRS. CRUD!!!". The maids and butlers were shouting and running to catch the woman in her early 50s.

While everybody was concerned with the incident the boy flashes his smirk while looking down. "Crazy woman...", he mumbles.

"Sir?...", John said. The guy in his 20s just stand beside him watching him mumbling words he can't clearly hear.

He shake his head slightly, looking up with teary eyes and said, "I love my mom". "Oh sir...", John embrace the boy and caress the boy's hair in concern.

Again, a smirk is formed on his lips as he let out a small shiny sharp metal out of his pocket. 'My lovely, Khukuri Jr...'.

"Bingo...", he said as he stick the blade on John's thigh, directly on the man's peroneal nerve. He drastically drag the blade down to his thigh as blood flushes out. John scream and push the boy away.

"YOU F**KING B***H!!! F**KING PSYCHO CRAZY KID!!!", he screamed in anger-pain as he tried to stop the bleeding. "HELP!!!", he groan in pain. The boy just stood there with a smile, still holding the mini blade.

"They can't hear you. They locked the door. They put us together in a locked and soundproof room for a reason, John...", the boy drop the blade and wipe his hand with his clothes, leaving blood stains all over his white tee.

He wait patiently for John to have his last breath before starts to unlock the door with a small hair pin. It didn't take long for him to get into his dad's office.

"Why is this so easy?", he mumbles.