Darkest Hour

I turned and faced my darknest hour. The man lifted his hat, showing me a shocking face. “Son, what have you done! You’ve killed souls and left heartless trails behind you!” I croaked, holding my bleeding chest. He laughed, throwing the cap to the solid concrete ground. He brought out his cane and stricked me. Blue energy shot out from the tip, giving me hell. I cried out, echo screams corroded the corridors. The painfull simmer of my voice slowly died out. The soul crushing killed brought out his knife, telling me his harsh stories of his past. I looked down, my knees loosing the strength. I collapsed, my knuckles turning pale white in the distant moonlight. I whispered the unforgettable words of the memorable future. My arms became stiff, my eyes became sore, my heart became cold. I felt the ‘never ending’ heartbeat stop. My chest burned as the fire swallowed my body.

He left me, not bothered to show any sorrow. There I died, never to be rested…

I had come to realise the full truth of the young boy I had once raised. Running with no top down the stairs, holding a cardboard sword. Hanging with a strip of , he ripped up his masterpiece and screamed for