Despair cannot be understood, only felt. If these events were a tv show, those words would appear on the tv screen. Carefully written in cursive, big enough for the world to see. Even those words, do not know what they truly mean. Even these words, cannot define themselves.
Vision One
Two children at play, just like any ordinary children. Innocent they are, or so it seems. Laughing, Rin tackles Len. The two fall over. They land on top of a patch of tulips, red like a drop of blood. A picture perfect moment. Life at its finest. Rin sits on top of her brother, triumphant. "I win!" She boasts. Her hair is long, golden like the sun. Braided so carefully, it hangs on the side. Eyes so blue, perfection cannot even achieve it. "Get off me!" Len shouts, pushing her off himself. "Hey, mom just bought me this dress." Rin yells. It is a bright yellow, just like someone took a piece of the sun and made it into a dress. Her hair almost blended perfectly into it.
"Not my problem." Len responds. Her runs over to tackle her once more. Laughing, without a care in the world. For hours, this repeats itself, like a song on repeat. To them, this never gets old. Only six years old, they are content with almost nothing. Now they stare at the sky, as the sun starts to set. "Len, what did you say?" Rin asks. "I see you, and you're in my way." Len responds. "No, I mean, look." Rin points towards the sky. "The sky, and just in case you didn't know, the sky is up." Len mocks. "Oh haha. Want to know what I see?" Rin asks, her eyes opening up widen to the world.
"Well, it's not like I have a choice." Len mumbles. "I heard that!" Rin shrieks, tackling her brother. "Get off me." Len demands. "Oh fine." Rin says, reluctantly getting off of her brother. "I see a giant canvas. An artist tripped, spilling the paint all over the canvas. I see…"
"Rin!" A male voice yells. Rin and Len turn around. A male in his early 40s approaches them. His face just screams anger to you. He is heavy built, muscles the size of your head. Casually dressed, a t-shirt with some jeans. Eyes are black, so black, not even darkness can escape them. Hair unlike Rin and Len's, a light black. "Damnit Rin, can you do anything right? I told you to do the fucking laundry." The man screams. Len looks over to her, shocked at what is going on. He has never seen his father like this before. "Dad…" Rin stutters. Her entire body is trembling, a nervous wreck. She knows what is going to happen next. "Oh don't dad me." He says in a mocking tone. A tear falls down her delicate face. "Oh, now baby is going to cry? I will show you real pain." He says, voice filling with rage.
"No!" Len yells, moving in between the two. He doesn't want his sister to get hurt, and is prepared to sacrifice himself. He knows what he is getting himself into, but he could care less. The man pushes Len out of the way. He hits the ground, hard. His mouth begins to bleed. But to Len, the physical pain means nothing compared to the mental pain. As he picks himself off of the ground, he hears a scream. A scream that could only belong to his beloved sister. "Fuck you, I hope you burn in hell." The man shouts, seeming less and less human.
He has his hands clamped around her neck, squeezing as tight as possible. All his anger, rage, has been unleashed. She puts her hands around her neck, desperately trying to pry them off. He lifts her up into the air, making her fight for life more difficult. "D…" She barely managed to get that out. She can feel all the air rushing out of her body. Slowly, she is becoming weaker and weaker. She tried to scream again, but no sound comes out. She tried to kick, but her feet make no impact. She is trying not to cry, she doesn't want her brother to see her final moments as her being weak. Closing her eyes, she waits for it all to end.
Len runs inside. "Mom!" He shouts frantically. Running into each room, shouting the same thing endlessly. He slams open every door, until finally finding his mother. "Hey sweetie." She says to Len. "Mom…Rin…Dad…" Len barely managed to say, before he collapses on the ground in tears. "I knew this time would come…" She says. She walks over to the nightstand, and opens the drawer. Inside is a fully loaded pistol. Len's eyes widen. Never in his life has he seen a gun before, he did not even know of the existence of one. "What is that?" Len asks. "Oh honey, we are going to use this to stop your father." She bends down, touching her son's cheek softly. "Sweetie pie, six year olds aren't supposed to cry." She says softly.
They both quickly come to the realization about the amount of time they have wasted, so they hurry down the stairs. When they get outside, Rin is on the ground in a crumbled heap. She is unconscious and barely breathing. Len runs over to comfort his sister. "Rin? Rin? Speak to me." He says, panicking. He starts to shake her shoulders in a desperate attempt to wake her up. He started to crying, at this point not wanting to fight back the tears. He wanted to show his sister how much he truly cared. "Rin, come back to me Rin." He hugged her as tightly as he could. "Len?" She moved slightly. She opened her eyes, starting to become aware of what was going on. "I love you Rin." He said, still hugging her, not showing signs of ever wanting to let go. "I love you too Len." She responded, clutching him tighter.
"Silly little children, you both die tonight." He puts his hand in his pocket, digging through it. When he pulls out his hand, he has a knife placed inside it. There was at least a six inch blade, and it looked sharp enough to cut through steel. It was just waiting to be stained with blood. Len stares at it, knowing this is the end. They were all to die of a tragic death, life ending too short. He imagined they'd all be on the morning news, just more victimized faces.
Bam. The man collapses to the ground. "What the hell?" He says, holding onto his knee. The blood is gushing out. He has no feeling in his knee, throbbing pain overcome it, The mother comes out from the shadows, as confident as a human being can be. "Oh Judith, didn't see you there." The man laughs. "Oh George, don't flatter yourself. Get the fuck away from my kids." She says, not afraid to let her anger show. "They are my kids too, remember that." "You lost the right to be their father the day you decided to lay a finger on them. Len honey, can you call the police?"
Len questions weither he should go do this or not, but he knows this is the only chance she has of making it out alive. He runs as fast as he can into the house. The man's hand is already covered in blood. He gets up and starts to run towards. He gets up and starts to run towards Len in an attempt to stop him. Bam. The trigger is pulled yet again. This time, the bullet is in his chest. He collapses to the ground, the light faded from his eyes. This time the only pain he feels is from a broken heart.
"George…" She whispers. Len comes out, phone in his hand. "Mommy, the police want to talk to you." Len says. She stares at her dead husband lying on the ground. The reality of what she has done hits her. She lifts up the gun, placing the front of it right next to her head.
"Mommy?" Len asks. "George, I love you! I cannot live without you." She yells, thinking he may be listening. All she wants is to be with her beloved, not caring about the cost. She pulls the trigger, and the scream of a small child can be heard.