The fog drifted over the calm ocean's edge. It was dark, as far as he could
tell. The moon lighted the sky like it has been doing every day of the
human life. Human. What an odd word. What makes one human? He, surely
wasn't human. Though, at moments like this he desperately wished to change
that. There was something in the air, the presence of night that always
used to calm him. He always knew he didn't belong, didn't fit in; an
oddball, outcast. Geek. Loser. Anything to make him different. The night
was where he was only comfortable. Cloaked and hidden. Unseen by the rest
of the world. Just a moving shadow in the fast movements of daily life. The
routine was tiredsome. It was the same for the unlucky. Getting up. Getting
the paper. Eating breakfest. Work. Dinner. Sleep. Same thing, same day,
everyday. Life was on rewind. For everyone but him. The night changed it
all. The night gave him life, strength, security, and fear.
The blood trickled down some more. It stung. Yet, it didn't stream down too long. The moat forged by the blood ran right into the water. Being washed away forever. Leaving no trace but the small remains on the sand. Which, soon was swallowed by the gentle waves. He was being soaked. His clothes dripping weat. Sweat. Tears. Blood. Salt water.
He laid there. Just looking out. Seeing nothing. Hearing nothing. Lost in own thought. Of happy times. Lies. There was no happy times. Nothing. Thinking of the hate. The pain. The torment. He laid there. Dying...
There was a melancholy sense in the air that night. The wind was laughing as it flew through the trees. The leaves quietly fell down, one by one, as the wind passed through its veins. The same wind that was going through his veins. The veins that was barely pumping blood. It was all going out of his chest instead. The same veins that carried his weakness.
A shrill of dread came over his face. The white skin turned pale faster than it had been doing. With the last burst of energy he strapped his hand on top of his chest. Closed his eyes. Kissed her in his thoughts. And said good-bye to the lonely world.
Death wasn't so bad. It was easy. Painful, yet easy. He smelt the last breathe of air. The night sky he loved so much.
Five seconds later his heart gave in. Loss of blood. Loss of love. Loss of reality.
The blood trickled down some more. It stung. Yet, it didn't stream down too long. The moat forged by the blood ran right into the water. Being washed away forever. Leaving no trace but the small remains on the sand. Which, soon was swallowed by the gentle waves. He was being soaked. His clothes dripping weat. Sweat. Tears. Blood. Salt water.
He laid there. Just looking out. Seeing nothing. Hearing nothing. Lost in own thought. Of happy times. Lies. There was no happy times. Nothing. Thinking of the hate. The pain. The torment. He laid there. Dying...
There was a melancholy sense in the air that night. The wind was laughing as it flew through the trees. The leaves quietly fell down, one by one, as the wind passed through its veins. The same wind that was going through his veins. The veins that was barely pumping blood. It was all going out of his chest instead. The same veins that carried his weakness.
A shrill of dread came over his face. The white skin turned pale faster than it had been doing. With the last burst of energy he strapped his hand on top of his chest. Closed his eyes. Kissed her in his thoughts. And said good-bye to the lonely world.
Death wasn't so bad. It was easy. Painful, yet easy. He smelt the last breathe of air. The night sky he loved so much.
Five seconds later his heart gave in. Loss of blood. Loss of love. Loss of reality.