| Alone
again. He's always alone. He dwells in his darkened, cold room. All he
can do with any stability is stare into space- which only opens his flood-gates
of depression. Pouring into his mind directly, forcing him to focus on
the pain.
He has people who care for him; friends, family, even people he doesn't know about- but it doesn't matter to him. He wishes it would, that he could someday let someone in, to know the truth. But he could never allow the vulnerability that it spawns. Keeping them at a distance is the only true way to be safe. He'll never know love, or have true happyness, but his precious safety has been assured. His precious safety. All his life, everyone he's ever let in has crushed him- betraying him, whether they meant to or not. They build him up, slowly and painfully, only to slash his hopes and dreams with the truth. He damns them all for thier insolence. His world begins to spin on it's hinges, tossing hes reality like a speck on sand in a whirlpool. The tides rage against his head, thrusting him under the water, until the bubbles that come form him cease. Finally he's spit from the water, as it was finished with him, as if it all simply a game to the vicious liquid. His beaten, weakened body slowly stands to acces where he is... in this world of lies. |