Remaining Shadows Of Ink Exchanges

💔Two💔

My gaze still lingers on that image , contorted and faded from the years that have slipped away so simply without any valid explanation. Those carefree faces , laughing smiles , free spirited souls. Never realizing or knowing what was going to occur , never knowing that their lives would end only the very next day , never knowing that someone was going to creep up and take their lives, as quickly as they were created. The killer was still out there.

Alive.

On the loose.

And in common public society.

Gradually, my disorientated mind leads me back to the final , chorused words of everyone in the cheerleading squad.

The words that drag me to the very tips and very depths of my  most cherished , yet most haunting nightmare ever created. 

"If we survive , you have go to learn to live with the guilt that surrounds it , and that is more difficult than looking someone in the eye and pulling the trigger. Trust us. We have done both."

Killing takes a minute simple twitch of the finger.

Meaning and having a reason for the killing is a completely separate matter altogether.

This whole situation began from a simple, yet complicated , pure lie.

A lie that did not come from the cheerleaders.

A lie that came from a male.

One boy lied , seven girls died.

Not just any boy.

With no ordinary past.

The girls survived the first time.

And the second.

But never the last , final time.

Oh , that boy?

That boy is my own dear brother.