After finding his portion of peace and contentment, the kid finds himself back in the nightmare he desperately tried to leave behind. He can only think of one thing to do. . .destroy the home he lives in.


5. Exoneration

I jumped from the ambulance to the fire truck in front of my house. A symbol was written as though it was a ritual, on the lights of the truck, and it made sense because then the light could project it. The symbol was familiar and very simplistic, like the one I’ve seen on that garbage bag long ago.

I think this might have sparked The Darkness to emerge from its slumber, and why I’ve been suffering so deeply. I wonder if I’ve been actually living.

I placed my hand on the symbol and watched it illuminate the night sky. If only I could understand what it meant, then just maybe I could get a lead to something important. Maybe the symbol has something to do with the disasters that have been occurring.

“Watch out.” I heard a voice whisper from the sky.

From the clouds I saw a meteor flying towards the city. All I could do is just stare. The water turned to steam as the rock missile was thrust towards me.

“Fucking move!” A force of wind pushed me off of the truck and onto the rainbow blood below. It was sticking to me like a gum on the floor. I couldn’t escape it; soon it was crawling on me and into my mouth. It crawled down my throat and suffocated me.

Before I realized what happened, a man was standing before me. He held his head high and his arms folded.

“Do you know where you are right now?” The man spoke, his voice deep and elderly. “You are afraid are you not?”

I didn’t respond.

“It’s okay to not respond friend. I have already understood what you believe in. A kid bonded to life like a bloodline. You are a man of no words, and a man of no heart. The soul you’ve lost has been found somewhere else in the universe. The multiple worlds you’ve travelled to have indeed caused a lot of emotions to flow, but you have no emotions.” The man was giving me a life speech.

I didn’t pay much attention because I know what I lived through. The man was very serious with his words, which made it seem more important than it really was.

“And now you’re here. Standing before me not even trying to pay attention.”

I nodded.

The man moved closer to me, and I could see his face. I felt like I knew him, and it was terrifying. I couldn’t remember him despite having a strong feeling of it. Its like coming out of a coma and forgetting your parents. No matter how hard they try, they’ll always cry because you wont remember who they are and what they did for you.

“I understand you. I know what you’ve been through, and I can help you.” The man said.

This can’t be real, I could already see through his lies. There was a deeper intention within his thoughts. Despite being a nice man once you first meet him, and a little bit of a stalker, he is really not who I think he is.

“What do you say?” he asked.

I turned from him, and started to walk. There was nowhere to walk to, but it felt good to just move away from this guy.

A brick wall landed in front of me.

“I don’t think so, friend.” He said.

I turned to him, and he lifted me up. Pressure went around my neck, but it wasn’t like I was being choked. It felt like blood were rushing into my throat.

“Answer me properly would you?”

I shook my head.

I fell back to the floor and hit my head on the wall. He moved away while I was melting into the floor. I kept melting into the floor and it was like being cleansed.

How many times will I melt?

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