The darkness soon welcomed him back in the cold silence he would forever be waking up to. The darkness he would soon call home. No more of Maria's soft kisses to wake him when she'll come over early in the morning on Sundays to wake him up, so his and her family could go to the morning service at church. No more of the smell of eggs being cooked on the stove, or one of his sisters yelling at him to get up-just the darkness to welcome him.
Something was missing. He felt it, he could make to barely no movements in both of his arms. The doctors had finally removed both of his arms. This man has never felt so empty in his life. He tried making movement on his lower half; nothing. Nothing, not a single thump, nothing. The damned doctors removed his legs as well. If he could see what he looked like on the outside where light was at, he wouldn't even be able to recognize himself.
On the outside, he looked like something…He didn't look human, he was just nothing. Just nothing that was being kept alive for the sick amusement for others. No arms, no legs. Just stumps that were covered in wrapped bandages and a hospital gown to cover up what was left of him.
He was scared, scared of what was happening to him. Why wasn't he at home?
"Mother, mother where are you?!" His mind screamed at the darkness, he wanted to see the light again not the darkness. He just want the feel of his legs and arms and everything that made him, him.
"Father, what's democracy?" It was one of those damn dreams again, he couldn't tell the difference anymore. Hell, it could be his only escape from that darken hell hole. "Well, son," his father looked old where the creases in his skin can make it obvious or stress to keep the family alive and well, "it's where every man will forget their only son." He only blinked at the man, he didn't get the concept. But sure as hell he could get it now.
The memory looked hazy though, his father's face was blurry, but he could make it out alright. They were in the shed right before they went on the camping. Oh, this was where he had lost his father's fishing pole in the lake. He felt horrible by, it was a while before he could even talked to his son. He knew his dad was dead, but seeing his face gave him some sort of feeling. Maybe he was dead, this was his hell. But why would God sent him to a place like this?
