The darkest heart, chapter 2: Memory's of disillusioned times

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Gilbert lied on his bed. Well really it was a motel but it was the bed he was going to sleep on, so he made it his bed. If and when he did get to sleep. Right now though he had bigger problems. Way bigger. Oz kept bugging and bugging him to go to the pool with him. Of course someone had to be with Oz, for the most part 'cause Oz didn't know how to swim.

"Please, Gil?" Oz asked, for only the hundred millionth time that night. It was really starting to annoy Gilbert.

"Okay, fine! I will take you to the pool!" Gilbert said, Oz smiled 'cause he had just got his way...again. Gilbert went into the bathroom. He started getting ready to go to the pool with Oz. His mind drifted to another time. The time he first met the little brat that now rules his life with an iron fist.

Gilbert ran down the street, it was raining. He ran over to the big mansion. He ran though the open balcony door, falling flat on his face. "ow, that really hurt!" Gilbert said.

He looked up to see Oz and Alice laughing at him. He glaring at them he said, "its not funny!" this only made Oz and Alice laugh harder. Then Oz helped Gilbert up. Gilbert started to laugh too.

In that moment nothing seem wrong. The whole world was at pace to them. Just those three kids laughing, smiling and living as all kids should. To them nothing could have went wrong. They never believed anything would ever change. They would be friends forever. They would be happy forever...

But happiness is always short lived in Gilbert's life. It always has been, always will be. That's just fate. One that Gilbert accepts.

He didn't know that only a few short days after that hope filled night both him and Oz's world would be dropped on there heads.

Gilbert clenched his fists. 'If only I'd had known.' Gilbert told himself if he had been more careful, more watchful of what was happening outside there house, then Alice would still be home and he wouldn't have to fight anything or anyone, anymore.

"I could let go" Gilbert said, softly. It was mostly to himself. Past regrets make for painful company. After all misery loved Gilbert's unwavering company. If he could he would have let go long before these days of heartless violence and long nights of him in a state of comatose.

He always felt as though he was under a spell and he needed to get away from it. If he had let go long ago he knew he would be home. He would see the angel of his. He felt like he could cry in remembering the angel who was so harshly taken from him when he was still so very, very young.

'A heart like mine is incapable of tears' Gilbert knew he would never go 'home' there was no 'home' to go to. Just then he heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hey Gil, are you coming?" Oz asked, though the door. Gilbert looked at the door. He knew there was no time for regrets. Not now, not ever.

"Yeah, I am" Gilbert said, he look in the mirror. "Dead" he whispered, to himself, as he left the bathroom.

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