The Boy Who Needed Saving

Chapter 1

If one listened closely, they could hear the ripping of Dameon's heart in two. They'd be able to deeply feel what he felt, vividly see what he saw. They'd understand why he'd given up, simply let go. Dameon wasn't even living anymore, and who could blame him? He lost everything to nothing. No one cared how Dameon was nearly falling apart within himself. He'd forever be labeled as a troubled teen who carried the weight of his own burdens.

The truth was, his grasp was slowly beginning to slip. It was then when he realized how cruel the world really was. All he wanted was out, it didn't matter what did the trick. As long as he could rid the memories that haunted him. Out he was, and in he went.

Dameon had torn through his entire room; not leaving a single surface left untouched. It was an act of destruction and he was more than determined to find his fix. "Where is it, I know it's in here," panic began to settle in with each minute passing. His hands shook violently with the lack of his dose. "I can't live without it," He tugged his dark locks tightly in frustration. "I need it, I need it now!" Dameon's voice broke with a sound of desperation. It was evident what he wanted wasn't in the room. "Damn it!" He snatched an object out of blind anger and threw it at the neighboring wall. Instantly, he realized the mistake he made. "No, no, no," he repeated like a broken record.

The glass, which had once hugged the portrait, was in pieces. The picture lied there innocently, unaware of its effect. Dameon fell to his knees in anguish. Delicately, he plucked the photo from the tattered frame. His fingers, unconsciously, brushed the photograph. The memories found their way into his mind and tortured him. Each one a reminder of what he once had. He, yet again, had to battle his own demons. Each encounter was more damaging than the last. Dameon craved for distraction. It kept his mind busy from reality. And anything was better than this; guilt.

A lone tear fell from his face. One after another they continued to fall, and soon he was weeping. 'I deserve this, to be eaten alive with overwhelming guilt', angrily, he wiped the wetness from his face. 'I didn't deserve her', Dameon's bottom lip trembled as he held the image close to his heart, "but I want her." The words tumbled from his mouth without hesitation. Even though a troubled boy like him didn't deserve a mother like her.

"God, what I would've taken to say goodbye," the answer? Everything; Dameon would've taken his final breath if it meant he could have the opportunity. Unfortunately, he'd have to live the rest of his life full of regret.

It was times like this Dameon wanted nothing more than death. He was tired of this life, his life. Most of all, he yearned for her. He didn't want to live without her. Without her, he was nothing. "I love you," Dameon whispered these three words so quietly, you'd almost miss it if you weren't listening.

It'd continue this way, he drowning repeatedly in his self-destructing thoughts. It'd continue until his heart stopped beating. To his misfortune, his heart beated strongly and showed no sign of a near end. And that, is what he despised most.