he was labeled as a dangerous man, for he was, he was no longer a boy and he was mad with grief.
and mad men do dangerous things, and men who grieve do reckless things, because they cannot handle the pain.
he couldn't handle the pain, so he snapped under it, he did things he couldn't remember, didn't want to remember.
he was told that he screamed and thrashed and became violent.
he became like his father.
the one person who he had sworn he would never become like, was who he was.
he was being sent to a mental institution, a rehabilitation center, until he could get himself together.
but had no desire to heal, he wanted death and he wanted it to be long and painful.
he wanted to feel the pain that she and his child had felt in their final moments.
he hadn't been there, he couldn't save them, and he should've been there! he should've saved them, could've saved them, he was so foolish!
his mother would hate him, despise him for what he had become.
he was no longer human, he was no longer living, he wished he was dead.
he knew he was going to hell and all that awaited him was more pain and suffering, but he'd take his punishment.
all he could do was hope that her and their child had ended up in heaven with his beloved mother.
it was hysterical, the three people who had shed light in his life were dead, while he and his father were still alive, the darkness of the world.
the world would be a better place without him.
he wished he was dead.
he wished she could be alive,
he wished he could watch his child grow up and be a man who was not like his father.
but alas,
wishes don't come true.
and he knew that better than anyone.
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moonlight
Short Story"beautifully dark, thought provoking, and heartfelt. moonlight is one of those rare eye-opening short stories that display just how cruel the reality really is." -archertypes ( aka officialfuryevans), author of #1 short stories cinderelliot, hate li...
