Lonely, abandoned and used
Written by Ghostsammeo
R&R please
Valon's lips smothered the bottle as he took a swig of the 1996 vintage wine he had been given last Christmas. He sat in his comfy red chair in front of the fire, contemplating life. Contemplating where it all went wrong. Why Mai had dropped out of his life so suddenly; so suddenly he hadn't chance to do anything. Yet even though he knew he had done nothing to make Mai leave, it somehow felt like it was his fault. He had beaten himself up and was now drinking to heal the wounds. Though without Mai there would always be a scar. A scar that even the most drink couldn't heal. Nothing could get rid of the feeling of being lonely, abandoned and used.
He knew he had to forget about her to get his life back on track; he had tried many times, so many times in-fact he had given up and let the scar settle permanently on his disturbed soul. Now Valon had nothing. Mai had gone and now no family to be with. Dartz's cult was evil and wrong but he didn't care about that; there was no point in being ashamed for wanting a family, even if it was an evil one like Dartz's cult. Back then he was somebody, he had friends and in his mind he had also found his love. He was so pleased with life; it was the best it had ever had been for a long time, but all that happiness backfired. He was so unprepared for what was to come it completely blew him away. Perhaps if he had been ready for losing it; the entire blow would not have been so deep.
Sometimes Valon would take his bike out onto the beach and just drive along the shore; soaking in the sun as it gently kissed his body. When he did this it would help him clear his head, get rid of any bad thoughts whizzing around 100 MPH in his brain.
He slowly placed his bottle down on the ebony table beside him. Using what strength he had left he pushed himself up onto his feet, taking a glimpse of himself in the mirror which was hung above the grand fire place. He had dark bags under his eyes and his once light blue eyes where now black; black and empty like he felt inside. Valon lugged himself to the front door where he collected his riding helmet and left the house.
Valon lived by the beach in a small bungalow coloured a bright red, it was a very cheerful looking house in-fact, with some flowers hung by his door and nice navy curtains in every window. The mood inside the house was much different of that of the outside though.
Valon took his motorbike out of the garage, revving the engine to check if it could take a long ride down on the beach. After the examination he hopped on top of his bike and pulled away onto the soft, yellow sand; not knowing where he was going or if he was even coming back.