I wasn't always this hopeless and scarred. There was a time when I used to run around and play. There was a time when I was... alive. I used to be alive.
Technically speaking I'm still alive. Just about. Just breathing. Always breathing.
I used to have family. A family that loved me. They loved me. Now they don't. I don't take it to heart though. It's not their fault their dead. It's mine.
It's my fault I'm here. It's my fault the boy died. The boy. The beautiful, beautiful boy.
They killed him. They strung him up on a noose and swung his lifeless body in front of my face. Because I cared. The boy. He's dead. Because of me.
I did nothing. I sat there and I stared at the frayed rope, wrapped around his throat, keeping him prisoner, hypnotising me. And I did nothing. Again.
Just like I did nothing when my family was engulfed in flames. When I was engulfed in their screams. When the world was consumed by darkness. When I took away the shining bright lights hanging, motionless, in the sky. When I was born again.
The boy. I know his name. Its almost laughable. They told me, using it as a weapon, almost singing it while they removed the murderous rope from his neck. The bruises on the tender skin matched the ones covering almost every inch of my body. Except his hurt more.
The boy. His name.
Orion.
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Starless Sky
Fantasy"Mommy where are the stars?" "Honey they don't exist, you know that." I am the reason there is darkness. I am the reason there are no dreams. I am Prisoner #001. I took the stars away.
