Death Of One Already Lost
You come back to me. Thank you. I know many have listened to my tale with great care. I will try not to delay much longer. Many have asked me…how is it my fault? It is! I was supposed to check we were all there. I was supposed to check that everyone had been in our room. I…I… No. I will stop here…I will continue my tale.
That night was the worst. I made sure the kids had gone to a safe house and then returned back to the home. Stood. In the centre with the workers, circling like vultures, eyeing their prey. I was a coward. I didn't go in…I didn't do anything I just…I just watched. I watched them jeering. Mocking. Beating. Every sound one after another AND STILL HE DID NOT CRY OUT!
When I think about what I could have done. It was terrible. No flinching. No tears. No screams. No mere human could take that. They couldn't. It was torture being forced to watch. I was forced. I couldn't look away. I tried to…my eyes wouldn't. I was forced by my own sense to bear the unbearable.
Hours seemed to go by. Bruises became cuts. Cuts became gashes. Gashes became broken bones. He was finally down. On the floor. Unconscious. Blood pouring everywhere. From his head. His stomach. His arms. His legs. He bled everywhere. In the home there was a hospital ward so he was taken there. Thrown about a bit on the way but he was taken there. His wounds…not even cleaned…were stitched up.
If I go on too much forgive me. Sometimes it's better to remember in order to take the sting out of the wound. You get bored of it. I see it. I'm not a fool. I was a fool. But no longer.
He wouldn't let me stay in the room when they came. Shoved me out the window if I refused to go. Told me…never watch…look the other way. He didn't scream…it was for me…he didn't want me to be sad…so he took the beatings without a sound. I hear you ask why didn't he go with me when he pushed me out the window. Because he believed that when they came for him, if he wasn't there they would search for the others. Would find me in the outside and I would suffer what he had. I told him many a time I didn't care. If we were together it wouldn't hurt as much as it did when I could hear him.
I will go forward again. I will move to the day he got out. We move forward three months. Came back. Tired…exhausted…red…bloody… Enough was enough. I grabbed his shoulders not caring if it hurt. I had to get some sense through to him. Before I admit…I didn't pay much attention to him. I saw he was getting tired. Thinner. Sicker. But what I saw then destroyed me. Nothing. His eyes had nothing. No emotion. There was no life damn it! I had spent three months with him. I could have kicked myself for not realising sooner. Empty orbs. Barely recognising me!
I said. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! I HAD TO GET HIM OUT! I DIDN'T CARE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME! He had curled up on the bed. I wouldn't have it. He tried to get me to leave him alone. NO I WOULD NOT! I picked him up. What choked me after was remembering he had no fight. No spirit. I made sure no one was about. It was a while. Eventually shifts changed meaning I had ten minutes to get him out. I managed it. I won't go into detail but I will say…there's a reason I look like a pirate with my peg leg.
We were out. I got him away. We were safe. For that moment. Such a small moment. I was happy. He appeared happy. Then after a while…he…he took ill. Had to go to the hospital…there…he…he…
NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! DO NOT MAKE ME CARRY ON! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!
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Like what you read? I'm crying! R&R. As my profile says…my best stories are done when I'm depressed. Looks like I'll be writing a lot tonight.
To: baby sweet
There are many. You just have to choose wisely. There's hundreds of characters don't forget! Thanks for saying that. My friends say I'm a good writer but like I say…I'm only good when I'm depressed. Thanks for the review again!
To: FoxWolfDemon
I guess it's true. I mean you want to read my stories? Yay! I can't believe my Numb/Encore fic was deleted! It said it wasn't my own creation but I thought that if you rewrote the lyrics it immediately made it your own. I'M SO CONFUSED! And now I have a confusion lol!