Night crept into the world silently. The world could of been coming to an end and not a soul would of given a damn. But, only to one frightened nine year old boy did that seem at all true. The world as he knew it had ended that morning. Seeing his mother being lowered slowly into her final resting place. tears started anew on his already pale and drawn face. Life wouldn't be the same no mother to comfert him and chase his fears. He was lost now he thought about crawling out of bed and going to find comfert elsewhere, but his own fears of the darkness creeping silently around him made his stomach hurt horribly. He clamped his eyes closed as a floor board with in the confines of his dark dungeon creaked. He would give anything at this point and time to feel the warm sun graceing his skin. Making him feel safe and warm like his mother's arms had. He rolled onto his side holding his aching stomach wanting to fall asleep but now something was clawing at his window trying to get into him. He let a soft whimper escape his throat and he opened his eyes and stared at the clock. 12:00 had come it was pressing towards one. He was wanting to run to his Daddy and beg to sleep in there but he coudln't, he didn't think Daddy would like that very much. He rolled onto his other side and stared out the window night sounds continued creeping around him whispering about the oncoming apoclypse that would come to claim his restless soul. He clamped his eyes shut trying to chase the grim spector of the Grim reaper standing in his room waiting to rip his soul from his very body. He jerked upright and looked around as another creak came from the hallway. He couldn't take it anymore he jumped from his bed and slipped down the empty dark cave of the hallway. He paused outside the cavernous opening to his safe haven. It felt safe even with the cold empty darkness sucking at him, trying to pull him back. He heard a cold laugh filter through his brain and he stiffened and then lunged through the door into the moonlit room. And then the coldness hit him, the room was empty Matt was gone....Daddy was gone, everyone was gone. Why couldn't he be gone to. He curled up on the floor afraid to touch the bed just a few feet away from him.
Daddy was gone, Momma, Matty...all gone in one sick twisted wrenching moment of twisted metal. Metal that ripped, glass that tore, leaving nothing behind it that was alive. Just broken and dead. The grim spector of death lummed over him as claw like hands racked across the window struggeling to get in at him. To carry him away from all he knew and remembered. He closed his eyes tightly then he felt cold hands gripping at him pulling him down into the darkness of death. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. Just air. The screaming wound up burning trails through his brain, ripping and twisting shutting off things and burning new trails into his brain leaving it aching and then his voice broke free and he screamed. He screamed and screamed as hard as he could. He beat at the wooden floor screaming again loudly he banged his head into the wooden floor begging for the image to go away. The last thing he had seen then the burning trails moved into his lungs and his voice broke and fell away, tears burned new trails down his cheeks and he let out another defient scream. He jerked away from hands grabbing at him but they pulled him upwards and wrapped him safetly away from the evilness that was tiptoeing about in his brain.
Why why why why...was all he could think to scream. Why me why take them all, why can't I be with them? But the hands just held and rocked him gently making soothing noises, telling him it would be okay. But the hands didn't understand it would never be okay, they were gone and they weren't gone. Gone in a flash and an explosion of twisting metal and broken glass. All gone, there very beings snuffed out like a candle in the wind. He closed his eyes tight and clung to the safe harboring arms that held him so close and tightly. He started to think his mom was back holding him comferting him keeping him safe in the storm that was ripping his very soul to peices. He wailed and raged at the storms inside and outside, those that threatened his very sanity. He would have to leave the saftey eventually except the world outside again. But he didn't want to couldn't want to, didn't have to if he really didn't want to. But the spector begain its grim march a grin of death peeling back pale bloodless lips as it pointed its bony hand at him. His safe haven was crumbeling and soon..there would be nothing to remember those he loved by. He struggeled away from the hands and raced back to the cave of his room. He tossed himself onto the bed like a drowning man cling to a life raft. He yanked the pillow off the bed and threw it over his shoulder. He picked up the small leather pouch. Inside..were memories he would never leave behin. Never, he would always have Mommy, Daddy and Matty with him....always..he would never loose there memories.
Forever..no matter where he went he would keep his promises, he would fufill Matties Dream, he would make Momma proud, and he would fuck up...no he would be everything they had wanted him to be...
He wouldn't suffer under that grim specter who stared at him coldly from within his own mind. No..he wouldn't ever be made to suffer.....
Suffer the Children.....
By Amaroqwolf.....
TBC......