Joels last stand.
The clock marched on. Seconds, then minutes, and soon hours. Time continuo to pass in its ceaseless crusade against human sanity as I sat, slumped against the livingroom wall. I took the empty beer bottle that was clutched in my hand and threw it across the room, breaking the lamp, sending me into a world of darkness. I did not care though. I didn't care about material possessions right now, or that lingering fear of the dark that we all have tucked away in the corners of our very beings. All I wanted was to have Sarah back. All I wanted was my baby girl, was that so much to ask for? I could have saved her, It could have been me instead of her, all I would have had to do was turn my back to that soldier that mercilessly slaughtered her and he would have shot me clear in the back, leaving Sarah alive and well. But no, I wasn't thinking straight. The one time that my baby girl needed me the most I wasn't there for her. She was my everything and I couldn't save her. What kind of father cant protect his own daughter. I glanced over at the desk on the other side of the room. A pistol laid on top of the chair, safely hidden from the eyes of bypassers. I could end it, all I had to do was load a bullet in that pistol and blow it through my brains. I squirmed out of my slumped position and crawled my way over to the chair. In a drunken haze I fumbled around until I had the gun wrapped around my hands. I heard the click of the gun as I loaded a bullet into place. I took the gun and pointed it at my head, thinking of my little girl, and at how I would finally be reunited with her at last. I could almost feel her warm, glowing smile, inviting me to join her in whatever adventure the afterlife had to offer. Just as I was about to about to pull the trigger I looked down at the watch she gave me that starry night, so long ago. As I looked at that watch I realized that Sarah wasn't coming back. She was gone, and that no matter what I did I would never see her again. This isn't what she would have wanted, She wouldn't have wanted to see me like this, my own gun aimed at my head, ready to end it all. She would have wanted me to survive, To overcome whatever this hell hole of a world threw at me. My hands shaking, I released the gun from my iron grip, and with it all hope of ever being reunited with my baby girl. Exhausted, I passed out, all my feelings of despair still engulfing any hope that once existed. Sarah was gone, and she wasn't coming back.