Chapter Twenty

"Bless the world's most precious children with my blackened love insane" - The Black Dahlia Murder - "The Window"

I couldn't do it. I guess I should have been able to, but I wasn't. I wish I could explain it to you in further detail, but I cannot. If you were in that situation, you would have done exactly the same.

I know that because I know you. No matter how much hate you think you have, you'll find that those temporary thoughts betray you in the end. You are not foolish enough to let them guide you, and if you are then may whatever diety you believe in have mercy on your soul.

But we probably shouldn't get into that right now, I do have a few more words to say in order to help you understand what is happening, but even more importantly, what has happened which brought us to this point in time.

I helped them rebuild it. Yes, I helped those children rebuild the town of Gatlin. It wasn't very hard, there wasn't much work to do, but it had to be done. The clearing had the most damage.

Now I know that I've been saying that what the children did was bad and that they shouldn't have been doing it. In my opinion, that is true. But, if I recall correctly, I also said that I could not stop them. If I could have, I guess it would have been done, but that simply did not happen and I am no longer one to focus on fantasies. Anyway, ultimately it was their own decision. If they wanted to willingly throw their lives away, who was I to stop them, especially when they forbade it? I just wasn't going to be a part of it.

Isaac was gone. Malachai was gone. Now, no one would have been able to stop me.

I was thinking about it, I really was, when something snapped me right out of my thoughts. That thing turned out to be a person.

He was no more than four years old. His name was Moses. I can't say I knew his family extremely well, but I knew enough to be able to tell you that his father had already celebrated his birthday and went to join their version of a god, and his mother, supposedly soon to follow, was a very strict and religious woman, not afraid to give her son a beating if she had to. For some reason unknown to me (probably known only to Isaac,) he kept her around. She was seventeen. It was rumored that she had the gift of Sight, but I can't officially tell you whether or not it's true. You better pray to God not.

But the boy, a pathetically small thing with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes just said, "Sorry, Mrs. Kara." He reminded me of a lost puppy.

"It's alright, Moses," I had said. I then asked him if he was hungry and I gave him some food for a lunch. He tried not to scarf it down, he tried to show manners, but he was starving, after all.

In a way, I guess we all were. Some were starving for answers which they just weren't smart enough to find. Some were starving for a faith, of which they had recently been denied. Some were searching for a unity which would always be shattered. Some, like myself, were searching for love, a type of love which they know will never truly exist.

AN: Almost done, guys. It's a bit sad to me, honestly. I mean, you reviewers are awesome. Seriously, I can't thank you enough. But it's not done yet, so just wait! For some reason, I really loved writing this chapter, I hope you all liked reading it as much as I did writing it. Please continue to review. Until next time. . .