Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Darkness

by aly

What would it be like to live in darkness? Would it be peaceful, loving, quiet, scary, evil, or something else? Well this one boy only see's darkness. Not in the way you may think though…

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I woke up, nothing seemed different. Everything was in color, but when I walked out and saw my mother I knew something was wrong. I ignored it though, and headed off for school. I was walking with my best friend who was a orphan. Her name was Amile, she had brown hair and eyes. She always wore rags. "Hello," She said in that monotone voice of hers. She used it only when she was sad.
Again I ignored it. 'If she needed help' I thought 'she would ask.' We got to school and learned all types of stuff but I don't think I learned as much in school as when I got home.
I saw blood, red blood dripping down from the ceiling. It dripped onto my nose, and wiped it off. I slowly went up stairs and saw my mother. She was laying face down on the bed, a gun in her hand. She was dead. I saw a letter in front of her. And it read

"I won't live without my soul mate by my side."

Is all it said, I called the police to come get the body. Everything seemed dull, like nothing, especially me wasn't there. They came and took the body. I found a letter, it had said my father died in the war.
I didn't cry that day, nor will I ever. I tried being the best I could be but it seemed like it didn't work. As I grew older my feelings and self grew colder… Nothing seemed real anymore. It never would, not anymore.

And the first time I got jailed, I thought 'it's about time.'

I was tired of fighting for life, it came easy to others, but to me it was a pain. I got in my first fight in jail and everything seemed to move slowly, I punched the guy, he punched back it was a endless cycle. But in the end it was I who won the fight and he who won the world. He had something to love, something to lose and for that I think him lucky.

He didn't know what he had though and until this I never knew why I was always sad. And I would always be sad until the day I died.

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