My plans have failed, mother. What else could I have done? I didn't think this through, maybe if I paid more attention then maybe you would have more company, mother. But should I really give up so soon? Bleeding out like this must be a type of punishment, right? Bringing that woman along with me must mean that I won't be lonely. Right mother? I'm happy, happy to meet the ending road.
"He scares me."
"he's a monster"
"He's better off gone."
"He's the devil's son, right?"
"He could be possessed by an evil spirit."
I'm scared. Could I really admit that? Would it be better to keep living like a monster? Should I really be honest? How could I be honest? I don't know what to feel or how to feel. I'm a monster, I deserve to burn in hell.
"James?" A woman's voice called out my name. "James, dear. You alright?" She asked,
I looked at her, it was mother. "I am mama." I said. "The other kids call me names. They treat me like I'm possessed." I pouted, "Do you think I'm a monster?"
She furrowed her brows, shaking her head. "No, no my dear. You aren't a monster. Those kids don't know what they are talking about. They are too young to understand what any of that means."
"but it's true. I can't feel anything except for pain. I mustn't be human, mama." I said.
She stared at me for a while before grabbing my shoulders. "You are no monster, my love." She said with a soft voice, "You are an angel that god gave me and you will always be my little angel." She smiled softly, her eyes growing watery.
I nodded my head, "An angel.."
"Yes, yes you are my angel. James, you are a beautiful angel." Tears flowed down her face. She came close, hugging me tightly.
What about now, mother? Am I still your angel? Your beautiful angel.
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The Drafted Reality and Dreams
Mystery / ThrillerIt was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got s...
