
As he took first step, he felt anxious. Anxious to go back to his old life. Anxious to be the Neva he used to be. But he knew he would never be the same again. He couldn't be the same again. All because of a word so ugly, so disgraceful, he promised to never say it again: accident. That accident got me here, in this situation, Neva thought. He took another step.
How did this happen though... why me? Neva questioned himself over and over again, even though he knew. The answer was pretty simple, though. At an early age, his parents got angry with each other. About what? Neva couldn't recall it for a second until he remembered. His dad worked at a cementery, and he had gotten possessed by the souls of dead pets. He was a good person, but with the evil souls inside him, he practically went insane. His mother got angry about his job, and left him. Neva didn't like his mom either way though, so it didn't matter to him much. And then it happened. His dad had lost control of his car and it fell into a river, never to be seen again. It was all over the news. Now, many would think that the evil souls that consumed him would have left, but they didn't let go that easily. They found their way to Neva, and consumed him. Neva lost him home, his food, his family, his everything. And now, he was stuck in a closed supermarket, stealing it's food and placing it in a small sack he found along the way. Then he went home, or what he called "home." He had recently found an abandoned home decor factory, using it's sofas and couches as a bed to sleep on and to sit on while eating the stolen food. While he did everything, he had one thing in his mind, one thing that he couldn't change. The demons inside him would never leave.