The boy had three wishes. Any three wishes.

The first wish, he wished for everything he had ever wanted. Everything he wanted, he got.

The second wish, he wished for a pack of chewing gum. And chewing gum he got.

Finally the third wish, he wished for his own death. But death he did not receive.

He wondered... How was he still alive when death was what he wanted all along?

"This isn't fair," He thought as he picked up the kitchen knife.

The boy stabbed himself. Over and over.

"This isn't happening, right?"

What he wished for...

He didn't get. He couldn't get...