Love Blossoms Mysteriously

Prologue

Prologue

A single bottle of pills in his shaking hands.

A future cloaked in darkness.

One unsteady breath at a time, chest heaving in shuddering quakes like a broken toy on its last leg, and his body was cold as if being inside a freezer for too long.

"This could be it. This could be my saving grace." His voice whispered into the moonless night.

The sound of crickets and cars driving by the park became white noise as he poured the pills in his hand. The static sound reverberated in his ears, as he sobbed cursing the life that could have been.

I don't want to die, he whispered.

I don't want to live, he whispered again.

The two contradictory sides fought against each other. One telling him to turn around and ask for help, and the other telling him to be free of the taint.

So alone in his final moments.

No one ever came to this abandoned park anymore, and he knew no one was coming to save him. This was the perfect place to end it all with the lifeless trees and rotting grass. He could feel the eyes of his monsters waiting for him to take that final step towards his imminent doom, but he tried to stop them from taking over one last time.

Give in, they whisper as they have for the past three years.

I have tried for far too long, he whimpered.

Yes, you have. Now give in to the peace they assured him.

Life is funny sometimes, it gives you the best things, good parents and loyal friends, but it also gives you demons in the dark. Demons living so close to you that you do not see them coming at you until it is too late. Where your love for your parents and friends turns to mistrust and hate. You are loved, yet you feel like your family and friends lack the ability to help you escape those demons. It is not like in the books where parents know everything happening in their child's life and then coming to their rescue.

Parents in real life have children who are going through tough times, but they never find out what it is that is going on until they find their loved one hanging from the ceiling, in the bath tub with slit wrists or lying-in bed with pill bottles scattered around. You think they will see everything on their own without you saying the words because to you they are parents. They are all-knowing, the heroes, but we forget they are humans too.

Then there are those who know the truth, but they smother you too much. Their constant worried eyes follow you, scrutinize you and wait for you to lose it or their own guilt starts to project onto you. It makes you feel even more pathetic about yourself. He had brothers who figured the truth out, but they did not know how to cope with it. They grieve with you, they start protecting you, but they cannot truly help you. It is because they have not gone through the pain or the humiliation themselves.

He had tried to remain strong, but now he was tired of the journey of self-recovery, he just wanted to escape his parent's worried, but confused looks, or his sibling's sad and pitying ones. He wanted it to end.

With resolve in his weary eyes, he threw back his head and popped the pills in his mouth.