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Does this darkness have a name?
This cruelty?
This hatred?
He watched as the little boy ran into the same alleyway as the day before and the day before that since the beginning of school. They chased him, he ran. But he always ran to the same place. He never got away. They hurt him, tear at his fragile skin, bruise and beat his tiny body. He is a child. What did he do to deserve this? Was it because he was smaller? Or was it because he was smarter than they were? They hate him he realises. Hate him because his father left him alone with his mother. Because his mother would rather be dead than with her only son. They hate him because he is the innocence that they had lost.
How did it find us?
Did it steal into our lives?
Or did we seek it out and embrace it?
One of his tormentors used to be good he had helped his sister whenever things like this had happened. But one day she died and his father blames him. Slowly the abuser realised that he was just as bad as his father and realised he was filled with darkness and hatred. Another boy had been hurt as a child, his father hit him and his mother was long gone. He wished for a reprieve for the pain. When the darkness came he would feel better so he sought out the hatred he felt in the day and embraced the evil in his heart.
What happened to us?
He murdered his father the next day but got away with it. He was never sentenced. He went on to pick on other kids. He went on to bully a fourteen year old boy who he chased into an alley every day after school let out.
That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way.
The world he lives in is like war. He knows he won't get away today or even the next day. He wonders why no one helps him. Everyone keep saying "stop bullying, it is a crime" then why won't they help him? Just because they won't help they are helping them hurt them. His best friend had been bullied. He killed himself.
When did we lose our way?
Consumed by the shadows, swallowed by the darkness.
People watch him come out of the alley day after day bruised and bloody but not broken. Never broken. The day before school ends he comes out. Bloody, bruised... broken. His eyes are vacant and he shuffles off devoid of any emotion. He watches him leave and cringes, he remembers this. The pain, but he cannot help him anymore he no longer has a pulse. The day after that he doesn't come out of the alley. Shots are heard. It starts to rain. Blood runs into the streets. No one knew such a small child had so much blood. The boy who has watched since the beginning walks to the light with a boy. He has blood on his clothes and cuts on his wrists, the other boy has a hole in his heart.
Does this darkness have a name?
The boys go on unnamed and uncared for. Their bodies lay where they perished until He looked down and gave the world an innocent. A girl was born with all of the innocence in the world. She touched people with her kindness but a man murders her just as he had murdered the boy so many years ago. He stares at the work he has done and states his name to the corpse.
Is it your name?
I know this is confusing but the guy who watches the little kid get beat up everyday is his dead friend who cut his wrists to get away from the bullies. HE is a god of some sort and pools all of the innocence into one person to spread like laughter does in a group of friends. But the man who killed the first boy kills her and tells the body his name, but was it your name?