To lose a loved one is the greatest sorrow, one can feel
To lose a loved one to something that could have been avoided, is even worse
To lose a loved one that you had a hand in killing, the guilt feels as though you will drown
To lose a loved one, because you consumed a little too much alcohol and made the mistake thinking you are sober enough to drive, Is beyond reasoning
The tears you cry, the sobs you emit , the wails you produce are nothing to the guilt that flows though your veins, clutching your heart, squeezing as hard as possible, cutting off your life giving elixir ,slowing suffocating you, your thoughts are clouded, just as they where before.
Your once sweet dreams turn to horrific night mares.
You relive the night every day, night, second for the rest of your life think of the what if's and why's.
Demons haunt you, spirits disturb you, peace does not find you, till that one night you decided that feeling is not worth it anymore.
A blade across your wrist , a bottle of pills and a glass of liquid beside you , a gun in your hand, a rope around your neck , a flowing river of water or cars below you.
A Black cloud surrounds you enveloping you, you entered the dark abyss, a faint white dot gets bigger and brighter until it blinds you forcing you to close your eyes tight, you open them again and see the smiling face of your loved one welcoming you to the afterlife.
Murtagh loved Eragon with all his heart, He loved him with the eternity of his soul.
Murtagh couldn't face the Time out Eragon had asked for and went to share his misery with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Murtagh was stoned cold drunk as he choose to drive home instead of getting a taxi.
Murtagh faced the shock of his life when he realised he hit someone, His life was now worthless when he realised that the soul he killed was his beloved.
Murtagh had no more tears to cry, His Dreams became his Nightmares , the things that once made him happy now only give him unbearable sadness, he could no longer think straight so his life fell into disarray .
Murtagh sat in the dark thinking about what if and why as he fingered a silver blade passed down from his father, an heirloom.
Murtagh's blood flowed down from his wrist and dripping continuously onto the midnight sheets below, creating a pool of dark red.
Murtagh's life left him slowly making him live the moment one last time.
Murtagh entered the abyss deeper then space itself, more complex then time, a never ending sea of black.
Murtagh see's a faint white little dot at his eye level, and watches as it grow, its intensity too strong that his weak human eyes could not withstand forcing him to close his eyes, the light faded enough for him to open them again.
Murtagh slowly opened his eyes to look upon Eragon in full form,
"I've been waiting for you, take my hand and we shall be together for the rest of eternity in the afterlife"