Life sucks ass
We humans are only brought into this spiteful and tainted world for one thing and one thing only, to breed and make more useless humans; thus the circle continues but be for warned that the death of our race lies in the fact that we are extremely territorial and think of our selves as the superior species.
As infants we are pressed into this unknown humanity. As we grow into beastly children we are converted onto a path that has already decided by our parents or guardians. And as sad as it is our childhood only lasts once and then you're onto school which means hours of homework, tests, exams, part time jobs, full time jobs. And by the time you realize that your life has gone to hell you're a thirty seven year old virgin working at the drive through of a MacDonald's and your only love interest is the creepy old man that is constantly staring at from over top the deep fryer.
….yeah so I started my new job today.
Jamie too had plans for her future; she was going to go to the local collage, get married to the boy that lived next door the one she had been steadily dating for the past three years, and then hopefully start a little family of her own.
But as she watched the little boy she had known so long ago jump up excitedly from his seat and in-turn throwing the chair to the ground with a loud clatter all thoughts were lost in a blur of total apprehension.
Her eye's were no long the vibrant green which had always been a startling characteristic but now a dull and dieing grey as they watched the bony body of her twin brother as it leapt up and down. Her arms were on automatic as they raised up towards her face and only when her hands had clenched into loose fists did they stop to rub her depressed eyes; some thing was terribly wrong, this wasn't reality, her vivid imagination was just running wild again.
Because her brother was dead.
Ten years and forty three days to be exact but the young child's fate had sealed for much longer then that. Fate; it's never fair; it really doesn't give a damn about anyone or anything it just enjoys blazing its own path not ever caring who goes down in the process.
Unlike her own demise which had been so quick she never had time to react Sean's had been slow and utterly painful, it was to much for a small child to take and in the end he died in the most tragic of ways.
It had a name
They called it cancer.
Life is a precious gift, you only get to live it the once then it's over. You can never go back and are forever stuck with the bitter tasting 'what ifs'. Second chances are very rare in this so called existence.
But could you have another chance at life?
Sean ignored that fact that his chair had been tipped over and was now blocking the hallway as he watched his sister slowly with an untrusting gaze walk over towards him. Her feet shuffling and scraping against the brightly polished floors; her movements were mechanical, one foot then the other and so forth.
"Hi."
"……"
She didn't reply to his simply greeting yet warm greeting; her mouth was sealed shut in a thin line that trembled ever so slightly. Slowly she bent down in front of the boy's smaller frame, ignoring the way her knees belched out its annoying habit of cracking as the bones and joint grinded together.
"..Sean."
Streams of salty water spill over the teen once healthy colored cheeks, and she allowed the wet tears to continue to fall, splattering against her wrinkled shirt. Her hands roughly clasped the thin forearms of her brother and she pulled the willowy body closer into a warm and almost suffocating embrace.
Maybe we have it all wrong maybe life is the prison that chains up to the unfit and corrupt world, maybe death is only freedom.
