Initially as the nights dragged into months, my irrational fear grew. I'd lose my sanity between the closing of my eyes and the all encompassing need to wake. I'd wake and need sleep. My mind constantly pulsating between the two intensities. It consumed me. No family left to dispel each month of sheer darkness. No effects. No meaning. Just sleep, wake, sleep, wake. I'd scream but none could hear me.. I had no meaning, nothing held meaning anymore by the time high school rolled around. I didn't speak having learned long ago that my actions were meaningless. The light that once burnt so bright, first to live... then to die, had gone out. The kraken within had been silent ever since God himself declared my fate.
I think dad used to tell me stories about God and His magnificence. But it's been so long I can't tell if they ever existed or if they were just conjures of my socially deprived mind. In many ways I've been broken. Yet, I couldn't finish the job. Every knife, every noose, every day for years, I tried. But just like anything else in my life, it all failed. I tried I really did. I came to realize the only option left to me was murder. Because that would finally end me. Finally finishing off what trillions of cracks had failed to do.
Long ago, I grabbed the knife having spent months mentally preparing myself for the act. But regardless of the intensity of my pain, I couldn't. It was as if something was holding me back. A voice was heard in my head. But it's faint whispers were quickly lost within the hundreds of voices vying for control of my broken psyche. It was on that day I died inside, incapable of feeling anything. The feeling of joy had long since been lost to my soul. But it was on that day, exactly one year ago, that the sorrow overwhelmed my soul and I became incapable of evading the near incomprehensible sedation of every single last one of my feelings.
Not even pain survived.
He named me after my mother's murderers. Even my wings pay homage to the stealth of murder.
I'm sorry Hunter, but I won't let both Sun and son die. I will keep your flame going Hunter... even if it's slowly killing me doing it
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The Gated Key: Boiling point
FantasyA curse that's ravaged him for most his life, has forced young Hunter Sage to lead a life of seclusion. With no family or friends to support him he's reached the point to where he's incapable of feeling anything. But with the slight rippling of the...
