Dead.
"No."
Dead.
"Get up."
Dead.
"Dont just lay there."
Always dead.
"Please"
Just like his sister.
"Please, get up."
Just like Lily.
"Please!"
Just like Erin.
"Please..."
All dead. He never could protect them when it came down to it.
It was his fault.
The voice said it was their fault. He'd ignored the voice for so long, but the voice wasnt angry- it understood that he hadnt wanted to trust the voice. But the voice wanted his help, and he needed the voice now.
He stood up.
The voice said that he was like the voice. The voice hadnt been able to protect her from [him]. The voice said that he understood the hate, the pain. The voice said it was okay.
Hate. They killed her.
The voice had helped him before. The voice had told him where Carl was.
Pain. She died.
The voice had helped before. When he'd gutted Carl. The voice had helped him do that.
Rage. He had no more tears.
The voice had saved him from their weapons, had made him unable to be killed by their simple tools. When they'd tortured his new Family, the voice had helped him then too.
Death. He would listen to the Voice. The Voice was his only friend.
 Azzy Rael · Thu Feb 28, 2013 @ 08:09am · 0 Comments |
