Endrew Minyard

autumn night, a cold wind blows outside, leaves from trees fall into puddles, making rings. The street lights are yellow, everything seems to be fine, but no. there has been a scream in Andrew's house for an hour, his stepfather and mother have started a fight drunk again, Andrew is sitting in his room with headphones on to distract himself, his hands are cut in a new way, blood is still dripping from fresh wounds. Andrew silently turns on the phone and writes a message with thin fingers whose nails are painted with black varnish Mir. Text from Andrew: How are you, bunny? Andrew always wrote Mir to get away from everything and just chat in difficult moments, hiding what was going on at home right now, he didn't want Mir to worry