In the quiet ocean, a starving boy with a baby that has been in the ocean for who knows how long. The people that used to be here, dead. Laughter died out. The poor boy just couldn't bear the stench and drowned the bodies to pitch black ocean that swallowed the corpses whole...
Trembling with no warmth and food, the boy drifted to his meaningless death...
"Laughter..." the boy dreams "Laughter?" He grabs all his strength to push himself, he has finally sees the bright surface after all these years being in the foul ocean. He remembers about the baby and starts to panic, but as he searches for the baby he not only did he find the baby but he found the baby aged to his age. He was as beautiful as a white rose, rosy as a pink sunset. As the pale boy went to touch the baby, who is now a middle school child, he couldn't. He was an illusion. The pale boy started to cry as he realised that was his best friend that he lost. Actually he was more than a friend to him.
The air was getting harder like the mountains as the boy walked to the surface. But as he walked off a girl popped up, it was his mother's niece. She turns around and her face melts, as her face drips acid, slowly burns his boat down to the acid ocean. He stood there in worry as he finally heard the baby wailing and wailing calling for him. But it was no use.
Gentle rain starts to pour down lightly, he dashes into the ocean, he didn't even care that the water was acidic. He just wanted to get the baby's bones as a reminder. Tears starts to stream down his wrinkled face as he screams knowing he can't do anything. The baby was all he had left. "Ewww, what are you doing here peasant?!" the posh woman yelled, the teary boy could hear her high heels clicking and clunking as she stomped over in the drizzling rain. The woman went and yanked his golden drenched hair and pulled it across where a tree hit his head hard. Blood streams down on his forehead, the boy didn't care. He would be happy if he was finally dead. The boy he loved was gone, the baby he was supposed to take care of after his mother, gone. What more did he have to live for?
The boy wanted the woman to hit him, however the woman vanished when he opened his eyes. He felt a tap behind his shoulder, there was an old man that had the longest beard that it touched to the prickly grass. "Are you going to keep saying out in this thunderstorm?" the man smiled. "It's not going to happen-" lightning crashed into the ocean surface causing the fish that were there floating up to the ocean surface.
Not responding, the old man sighs and pulls him up "I only repeat once." he glares and drags him down the stairs with him. As he was dragging the drenched boy, he saw him. It was only a glimpse but he saw him again. The boy he loved with a girl. Fire feels within him, he had never felt this since graduation.
The old man felt the aura that the boy was giving, a shiver went down his spine but kept walking hoping to get this done with. When they finally finished the endless stairs, the boy eventually told his name. "Byron..." he mumbled "Excuse me?" the old man asked, "Byron is my NAME!" he yelled ashamedly. His name translated to Old English meant cowshed.
But by the time the old man could respond, he was shot. In the head. The boy whimpered thinking he was next, a soft lip kissed his neck. It felt nice. That kiss reminded him of his love. But he's dead. He drowned with the other corpses. Well not quite. He still has his body on the boat. Or had. It became an addiction. He didn't even try to find the baby, he went to find his love's body.
Who would care about the 'cowshed'? No one. Except his love. Aaron...
The 'blessing'...
I actually hated him. We always got compared but he didn't care.
'Maybe one day we can finally love each other...'
'If Aaron gets hurt, you will pay 100 times worse...'
But I love him...
I love him...
I LOVE HIM...
'You will never be together...'
'Byron...?'
"Aaron..."
"I love you..."
'Byron, I'm sorry...'
"D-don't leave..."
'I'm sorry...'
