THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

Prologues

Yesterday he could still breathe fresh air. Enjoy life and a little happiness that Avram gives, the second chance the father ever did for his recovery

Kemrin was all right even though he had to lie weakly on the bed. Yesterday I could still see Avram's face, his smile, his voice. His longing for a warm touch, a gentle caress from his mother's hand. Now the Almighty has taken it back before Rafa abuses the love of the Mother he longs for.

Now where is the mother when she misses him even if just to say hello to him. Now his greatest hope is gone, and the light in Rafa's heart goes out. What remains is darkness, hatred for everything in this world.

When trust, belief, hope are destroyed along with reality that repeatedly throws it into the deepest abyss. Is there a bright light capable of touching the dark side of Rafa that appears within him?

Rafa is alone

Rafa has been living in rehab for a month with a psychiatrist. He began to enjoy his new persona, no longer the plain Rafa. Rafa is no longer anaj who must always give in to circumstances. Rafa is no longer a child who must always suppress his feelings for the sake of others. Rafa is no longer a kid who is always nice to everyone. He no longer thinks everything is important. Now in Rafa's eyes everything is no longer worth anything, except hatred.

Anger that continued to wriggle like a giant snake in the chest of the hungry looking for prey. The emptiness is spreading, the Darkness is enthroned in Rafa's soul. There is no more breath of goodness in Rafa who has frozen, cold, which is so hard as a living stone that has been taught to no longer be soft on the sincerity that Avram has taught.

Hatred is born from the soul of Rafa who no longer knows how to live life. Survive in long hypocrisy. Holding on tight to a life that Rafa no longer wants. Memories of childhood, thrown away and not wanted by parents just a falsehood and then allowed to fall down and die. Expect affection from the mother, who turned out to be more concerned with her feelings than the son she had long left. Like an irregular story and I don't know when it will end and be silent.

"Haha!" Rafa laughed out loud, in his own room. Only a small lamp that accompanied the night.

Rafa hates his life more and more, he feels it is right to be dumped by his parents. The mistake of parents is to let the child be under the supervision of others. It is not healing that is obtained, but the deeper they create a gap between them.

Five months on, Rafa is in therapy. Makes him have a dual personality, able to trick his interlocutors. An hour he can turn quiet, an hour later he looks cranky and fun, an hour later he can turn tempramental, an hour later he can turn terrible, depending on who the interlocutor is.

Five months ago Rafa was able to trick the psychiatrist. His attitude turned sweet and pleasant.

Rafa, who has intelligence above the average child, is able to answer all the questions asked by psychiatrists correctly.

In the sixth month, Rafa is allowed to return to his family.

"You guys, I could be a thousand times better. One time you guys are mean to me, then I'll be a thousand times more evil."