Chapter 1

Beyond everything. Beyond time. Beyond space. Where there is nothing.
Once upon a time, there was a boy.
He had no name. Only a mother.
He thought that a mother was something good. That she would love him.
He was wrong.
She hated him.
She didn't just starve him — for weeks, months, years.
She broke him again and again.
His pain wasn't enough for her. She wanted him to suffer forever.
One day she brought him a friend. A boy. Frightened, but kind.
They played together, even though they didn't understand each other's language.
He was his first and only friend.
Until his mother came.
She didn't say a word.
A voice rang out in his head: kill him.
He understood her without words because he saw her face.
A face full of malice and mockery.
He tried to run away. But it was useless.
Hunger. Fear. Mother.
They pushed him.
And he hit his friend. Then again. And again.
Until he stopped screaming.
He cried. He didn't want to.
But his mother said:
“Eat him.”
And when he refused, she tore off his arm.
The pain was hellish.
He realized that he had to eat or die.
And he ate. Through tears. Through sobs.
He ate his friend, the only one who was there.
And his mother laughed. She was happy.
“You wanted to eat, didn't you? So eat. Bon appetit.”
After that, everything repeated itself.
New torments. New games. New books.
She buried him in volumes — biology, physics, chemistry, fairy tales.
He couldn't read, but he learned. Because it was the only way out.
And the more he understood, the clearer he saw how weak he was.
Once he read about the brain.
About emotions.
He wanted to get rid of the pain.
And he tore out that part of his brain.
With his bare hands.
And then he ate it.
But his mother looked at him the same way.
And her gaze said:
You are talentless. You are nothing.
(P.S. If you didn't like it, try giving the work a second chance. I think you'll like it.)