"No. Stop. Please stop."
Im swatting away the boys. Im back in the woods. On the night I drank on my way to Allysons.
"Stop."
One of them at my face. I look into the eyes of Roddy. Only they twist and transform into green eyes. Deep green eyes. I know those eyes. Austins face comes into view.
I reach out my hand. Only he isn't right in front of me. He is further away. Roddy punches him in the gut then the face. His eyes dont leave mine. I break into a sprint.
Im not moving. It feels like my legs are in tar. I drag them.
You wont make it your moving too slow.
Run. Run faster.
Austin gets knocked and his eyes roll back. I drop.
Hot tears pour on my cheeks.
I look up and wipe the tears. Eden is standing in front of me. His brown eyes looking at me. I search around but its just him. He hugs me and tells me everything is all right. Then out of nowhere he is stabbed right in the shoulder, same place that was wrapped yesterday. I reach out to him but he waves me off.
"Its ok. Im fine. It dont hurt too much..."
Eden dissolves, the whole scene before me, dissolves and transforms into something else. Something more painful.
"Its ok. Dont worry."
Lucas looks me in the eyes. He strokes my hair out of my face. He kisses my forehead.
I stare deeply into his everlasting blue green eyes. Unlike Edens brown eyes, all the others have green or blue eyes.
Lucas's eyes lock me in place. I reach out and touch his face.
Then everything blurs. Pain explodes all over me. Lucas looks down his eyes wide. Tears form in his eyes.
My chest hurts when I see the tears.
No. No. Please dont cry Lucas. Please.
I try to choke out that im ok but my mouth want move.
Lucas just looks down at me. His eyes go dim. Lucas?
Is he ok? What's going on?
Lucas's head snaps. Blood pours over his face. Its the same scene of my mom only with Lucas. There is no crazed face. He just looks at me with full understanding.
He drops. Please. Stop. Make it all stop.
Just MAKE IT ALL STOP!
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SpiritualTim walked out of his family of a 4 year old and his loving wife. Kaylee, distraught over the loss of her husband shot her child and then herself. I am that 4 year old. Or used to be anyways. It has been 11 years since then and i have since been pla...
