Ok, my parents sent me to a shrink, and she's having me keep a journal thingy… this is the beginning…
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Wednesday;
Night and the spirit of life...calling. And a voice, with the fear of a child...answers. Wait...There's no mountain too great. Hear the words and have faith...have faith.
Sunset – a vibrant orange, sweet cotton candy pinks, and baby blues, sharp violets, and lilacs; all marred with a bloody red.
A glowing sun fell ever lower, shining its last rays upon a child with a refined beautiful face. It was a pale porcelain face that was smooth and flawless. A pale face adorned with hair as white and fine as silken snow; hair as soft as down. A sweet boy with eyes as green as the clearest emerald, eyes glistening wet with unshed tears. A frail elegance. Little boy – witch or beauty? Delicate and brittle, he is easily broken.
Time was passing quickly now, dusk was falling fast. The day was disappearing in a monochrome of grey.
Little boy, so pale in the night, shivering in fright. The lonely face of a sad angel. A sliver of light falls upon him this night, just enough to see a single eye. The rest is all shrouded in darkness; see now, a tear falls, glittering and wet in the night. Forlorn he cries, that little boy –
"Mea culpa… it's my entire fault."
eath wrapped itself around him; cold arms around that beauty of a boy. Frozen unreal lips pressed to his, as death stole his first ever kiss.
The night was gone. The morning star was shining in the sky. The glowing sun rose, shedding its first rays upon three figures in chains- one of them, the sad faced angel.
What was his crime?
Nothing except for his being so pale. A white devil, that sweet little beauty, that darling little boy; pure of soul, heart, and mind- he was an innocent butterfly. Though that night while he was bound in cold steel chains, waiting for the gallows, a tongue of black fire- a tiny lick of a flame - had found entry to his soul, and had devoured it.
That night had ended in a baptism of tears- We had wept, all of us, for the beautiful boy. We wept for the sad faced angel, and for the two sons who left the bodies of their fathers, without so much as shedding a single tear. We wept as he left us; he left quickly as he had come, a windswept shadow.
It was like a reunion of the two worlds, Anger and something calmer; something sane. Well, sanity is only insanity from a different point of view. Eventually, insanity will be labeled the winner over what was once sane.
And so the star's doth scream… have faith.
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If only i could end like this, the poor kit; I tell ye this reader, his ending fared far better than mine.
Though you'll have to wait until the next chapter, or do, till i begin to tell my tale.
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