No one ever really thought about those who were lost on that Halloween night, everyone was too busy celebrating that Tommy was gone.
Here is just a little one-shot to show someone cared for the loss, guess who!
Look at them, the fools. All of them, none of them care. No one stops to think in the middle of their celebratory parties that there is an
orphaned boy out there, two people were murdered tonight, a loyal friend left to mourn his losses and hurt, a betrayer ran free and happy
because all his victims were taken care of, never shed a tear for his supposed friends, only for his lost Lord. None of them grieve for
what was lost, none of them shake their fists in anger and rage and none of them stop for a moment of pity for the poor lost boy out there.
But I do, I mourn and I rage, and I hurt. I will never forget what happened tonight, I will never be able to completely enjoy Halloween.
And when they see me mourning and come over and ask why on earth I could be sad on such a day, I will laugh, I will laugh until I cry.
And if the truth of the tragedy hits them and they mourn with me I will invite them into my little corner where grief is so paramount
you can taste it and it chokes you. I will let them join me because I cannot shoulder all the grief and pain welling in me and maybe they
can take some, because misery loves company, if only so it can grow.
Good, bad? What do you think? This may not stay a
one-shot, it didn't exactly turn out the way I
wanted but I like too much to just start over,
I'll probably do some more from a different point
of view and maybe someone else but I won't say.
So whose point of view do you think this is?
Review and reply please. You'll all get cookies.
Peace Out!