Not This Time
The boy, usually so calm and composed, lays on the staircase, too exhausted to move any further. Even though he seems so grownup and wise beyond his years, if you look into his eyes, you'd be able to see the scared little boy that he's been trying to keep silent all these years. Tired brown eyes search for those long gone; his lips part to call out for someone, anyone to tell him that everything's going to turn out fine. Just fine. Absolutely fine.
His delirious mind conjures up tantalizing images of better days. He reaches out to the imaginary loved ones that he was so quick to betray, desperately seeking out any small form of comfort that they may be able to provide. If he was in his right state of mind he would have been ashamed of his pathetic conduct, but since he's not in his right state of mind and hasn't been for a very long time, all he can do is whimper, "I don't want to go…Don't let me die alone…" He pleads and pleads until he's left gasping for breath.
Blood stains the air and the boy makes one final attempt to force the phantoms of his troubled mind to tell him what he wants to hear, to tell him that he's going to be okay, to tell him that his life won't end here. If he's lost control of the demons that have been taunting him since the beginning, then what will he do?
He can only beg with his eyes now, the same tired brown eyes that have seen purity in the hearts of men yet let the sins of humanity tint the way he used to see the world. Please…Tell me I'm going to make it. The ghostly projections can only shake their heads and softly say, "No, not this time," as the boy draws his last breath.
A/N I'm sorry if it's too emo. XD Reviews would be wonderful! –Puppy dog eyes-