My Grandmother would always say we are stronger than our demons, we posses strong wills and consciousness. She believed our emotions are what made us beautiful beings because we could be swayed by the rain and sunshine. It was a marvelous thought, sometimes I'd be caught up in my magical world while my Grandmother told me stories and made us sound wonderful. She left out all the gruesome things people can do, how people take advantage of innocent children and how some parents beat there children to death. My Grandmother had me blinded with light for awhile, when my eyes opened up and everything was black, I was terrified.
I didn't know how to survive but I didn't want to die so I started trying to survive.
The Fall air humid and thick tonight. I could feel sweat accumulate on my brow under my hoodie, I sighed wiping my forehead and looked up at the calm night sky. The night felt perfect for the occasion, two bright headlights pulled up and the car stopped. I squinted with my hand trying to block the light and my other placed on my pistol tucked into my jeans. The lights turn off, the car door opens and a young man walks out. It's the same boy from school that I had a fight with, I figured he killed Dudley and tried to kill me. He looked almost shocked to see me but cooled his composure as he walked up and met me, "What you want?". This was an animal kingdom, only savages and beast were left here. I pulled the gun out of my waistband, his eyes widened as he stared down the barrel and lifted his hands up. The fear was evident in his face, I could see tears welling up in his eyes and he almost looked pathetic. "It was just business " He explained, his voice shaking, "I-I had to...he kept playing with my money".
Dudley appeared in the darkest of my eyelids as I blinked, his smile flashed to a face of horror and a loud cracking could be heard, time slowed down.
The bullet barely grazed him, leaving a bleeding and burned scrape on his neck. He dropped down to his knees, crying and pleading. I dropped my arm down to my side, his terrible form was proof he was terrified but I didn't know what to do. Kill him or let him live? What kind of person was I going to become if I can take another life? I didn't flinch, the gunshot didn't even scare me and I felt nothing for his cries. I turned away from him, leaving him there to cry to himself and think of how lucky he really was. I missed on accident, I had been aiming at his face but somehow missing him and just scraped his neck. I stared up at the sky, thinking maybe my Grandmother could see me and maybe she's the one that saved him. Anastasia was standing outside of my house when I walked up, she turned around looking at me up and down.
As if she could see if I had killed a man. She ran to me, throwing her arms around me and we just stood like that.
"I'm glad you didn't do it" Admitted Anastasia, her breathe tickling my neck, "You not a killer". Those words didn't feel right, I had intended to kill him and even though I walked away from him, leaving him alive. I still felt sick with myself because he and I were no different after all.
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Dreamland Dimensions
РазноеQuinton J. Watson use to be a dreamer before his grandmother passed away and he was left in the custody of his estranged mother. He's always had an infatuation with the night sky, using it to escape the nightmare he felt his life was becoming. As he...
