/Rated T for heavily hinted suicide, you have been warned/
The small boy was curled up in a ball for what was the fifth hour that night. His mind racing through memories and events passed.
A single tear ran down his pale cheek.
A stain left trailing behind.
This was followed by another.
And another.
Soon, a storm of tears were finding their way down his face and onto his bed sheets.
Why?
Why did he have to be on the wrong side?
Why couldn't he have been on his side?
Why couldn't they have spared him?
He would have given up the world to stay by his side. But they had to vanquish him, never to be seen again.
A few of the tears had fallen onto his golden necklace and were curving their way round the ring to the bottom, where they too would drop onto his sheets.
That was his only reminder, a reminder that hurt too much to think about.
But he daren't part with it, in fear that his memories be lost forever.
He refused to look into a mirror, knowing his reflection would only flesh out a new wound, deeper than the first.
Only now did he remember what true loneliness felt like.
A feeling of being so alone that there was no world left for you.
Among the many wounds formed by his passing, the biggest was one that would prove fatal.
The deep, heart crushing wound of losing someone who was the world for you.
Someone who was there for you in times of hardship.
Who made you feel warm inside, kept the fire in your soul burning.
The reason behind the sparkle in your eyes.
The one you could love for thousands of years.
Fuelling your meaning in life.
Now gone, never to return.
Banished by the hands of your dearest friends.
No glint of hope for you.
The only thing you have of them tares you apart every time you set eyes upon it.
The only option is escape, eternal escape.
Forever being at peace in a world not as cruel as the one we dwell.
Escaping the loneliness,
Escaping the torment,
Escaping the wounding,
Escaping the heart break,
Escape...