Hush: don't speak child [Completed]

Part 3: Streets

The breeze is deluding.
The whistle of the birds sounds like speakers at it's highest volume.
The speakers must be broken.
It was like that for a while.

Look up, the sky.
I'm not afraid of what's above me but what's below me.
The rocky, concrete ground.

One step.
Two step.
Three step.
Stop.

I glared at the red, decomposing shoes with a hint of black. Not a single light.
I slowly lift my head up. It's her...

Four step.
Five step.
Six steps, six steps, six steps.

Oh look! A puddle.

A child, her eyes are bloated from all the crying. The animalistic features dig into her and her two brown eyes that reflects the burnt ashes of her soul stare right back at me, haunting mirrors. Wait, it's a reflection. Splash.

Everyone seems so low.

A man, a drug dealer oh shit , my uncle.

A woman, what a pitiful smile, so forced oh shit, my aunty.

Someone once said,
"To conquer your fears, you have to face them."

I am my fear.
I am everything i am afraid of.

"Don't be afraid."

My hands are wrapped around my neck.
Grasping onto the last strands of life.

I really don't think i can do this anymore.

Gasp* gasp*

Tick-tock. No please stop. Okay i get it , leave me alone now.

Its just the clock. Tick-tock. 12:00pm.

I grab the hammer beside me. I start smashing and smashing and smashing. The glass pieces digging into my skin but i keep going. I wont stop. A lighter. I watch it burn down in flames. This feels calming. Only ashes left. I look down at my crooked hands.
I'm on fire.

I don't fucking care.
Let me rot.
Hell is home.
Fire is my bed.

Rain comes crashing down.
I guess it isn't my time to die yet.

Death is better than this.

Age 11, the screaming. I come running down. Watching mommy fighting with my brother. Pure vs evil, just have to figure out who's who. I look to my left and see my little brother standing there, watching . I wanna place my hand over his eyes. I wanna take him as far away. I wanna protect those pure eyes. That clean soul. The knives, i run with them, tell him to run ,hide them. Life doesn't matter when your angry.

Those knives are still playing hide and seek.

Where are those knives? No honestly tell me.

Don't be afraid. Just tell me. Hush.

"Child, do you see those gates?
Go inside. Your teddy bears in there. Go! Hush, don't speak, don't be afraid of me. Your far away so I won't be able to hurt you. Go."

The child stands in front of the steel gates. The gates begin to open and slowly the child walks into the doors of hell.