The Dark side of the moon
I always knew this day would come. I always knew I would be found out for what I was. I never knew it would be so soon though. Or this painful.
Of course, this wasn't the first time. Oh no. My friends discovered long before I had hoped they would. To be fair, I had hoped that they would never find out. But I chose friends who were more observant then my subconscious gave them credit for. They found out, my to my dismay, then delight. I wonder if they had deserted me then, would it have been different. That is neither here nor there because it all has ended the same. In life, or in death, they have left me. In a way, I am happy for them. They are beyond sorrow, beyond tears, beyond pain. I however am painfully aware of all the things that they can no longer feel. I am the last. Who would have thought it. I would have thought myself to be the first. Either killed by my other self, whom I have no control over, or killed by those who call themselves civilized and yet commit crimes of hate against something that they can not possibly hope to understand. Not that they try. But still, I can not help but feel a vacuum where my friends were in my heart. Two are dead. Another is mostly likely insane now.........but he deserves it. He killed one outright, and betrayed the other to his death. He deserves every tormented memory that that hell will bring to him.
As I look back, I find it difficult to separate in my mind the carefree happy person that is now a traitor to his friends. The funeral for my only real friends was horrible. They kept asking us to remember the good times. I can't. They are too painful. I can't help but believe that this is all my fault. It must be. It has to be. There must be a reason for all of this. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS NO REASON TO THIS CHAOS THAT IS THIS WORLD!
The moon is rising now. Full and in all it's glory. The world is always saying how beautiful the full moon is. No. Not for me. I believe the true beauty lies in that which you cannot see. The sad and real beauty of the dark side of the moon.
Authors note:
Hey this is my first fic, so be nice. GIVE ME LOTS OF REVIEWS!! Tell Me what you think.... Thanks!!!
I always knew this day would come. I always knew I would be found out for what I was. I never knew it would be so soon though. Or this painful.
Of course, this wasn't the first time. Oh no. My friends discovered long before I had hoped they would. To be fair, I had hoped that they would never find out. But I chose friends who were more observant then my subconscious gave them credit for. They found out, my to my dismay, then delight. I wonder if they had deserted me then, would it have been different. That is neither here nor there because it all has ended the same. In life, or in death, they have left me. In a way, I am happy for them. They are beyond sorrow, beyond tears, beyond pain. I however am painfully aware of all the things that they can no longer feel. I am the last. Who would have thought it. I would have thought myself to be the first. Either killed by my other self, whom I have no control over, or killed by those who call themselves civilized and yet commit crimes of hate against something that they can not possibly hope to understand. Not that they try. But still, I can not help but feel a vacuum where my friends were in my heart. Two are dead. Another is mostly likely insane now.........but he deserves it. He killed one outright, and betrayed the other to his death. He deserves every tormented memory that that hell will bring to him.
As I look back, I find it difficult to separate in my mind the carefree happy person that is now a traitor to his friends. The funeral for my only real friends was horrible. They kept asking us to remember the good times. I can't. They are too painful. I can't help but believe that this is all my fault. It must be. It has to be. There must be a reason for all of this. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS NO REASON TO THIS CHAOS THAT IS THIS WORLD!
The moon is rising now. Full and in all it's glory. The world is always saying how beautiful the full moon is. No. Not for me. I believe the true beauty lies in that which you cannot see. The sad and real beauty of the dark side of the moon.
Authors note:
Hey this is my first fic, so be nice. GIVE ME LOTS OF REVIEWS!! Tell Me what you think.... Thanks!!!