I came outside the house and saw huge trash bags lined up the street, they must have been more than 2m tall. I regretted not having brought out the trash, because now it was too late [I do not understand this logic]. Neighbors started coming out, and now there was a crowd. A neighbor asked me if I had heard the news about the boy who had tried committing suicide. I said I hadn’t. He said that the boy wanted something that couldn’t be had, so in a tantrum he cut his veins, and he showed me the tree where this had happened.

It was soaking in blood. I looked around and saw everything was covered in fresh blood. “There is no way this kid could have survived”, I thought.