**Zaiden’s POV**
The taxi takes me back to my home. The light is still off. That literally means no one is at the home.
“Sir, I don’t have a change,” the taxi driver says and I tell him to keep the change of it.
Like the same kid some months ago, I am walking back at my home with my stumbled legs and bruises on my body towards my home. I have my mom to take care of me but I don’t want to trouble her with my life and I have a dad whom I am waiting to come over here and do the remaining disciplinary actions towards me.
“In the town…where I was born…Lived a man who sailed the sea…,” I start to sing the Beatles song which used to be my favourite band when I was in my high school. Now, I don’t have any interest in music, neither I love to listen them.
I f*****g feel so much depressed when
