The death of lavender boy

Chapter 3

I feel him grab me from the back to lead to house.
I hear a Creek of the door,
The warmth of the fire,
The air stail for the stained blood
"such bad cleaners but who am I to judge I've been on the lame for like maybe 3 to 4 years I have like 0 cleaning standards"
I laugh just a little bit just some humor to lighten the mood
" can I ask you something Mr downing"
A smile that was on face disappears
"sure.....just don't ever call me by last name"
He goes silent for a moment and finally speaks after a minute for two.
"why don't you show your eyes"
He Could tell he hit a nerve
"just lead me to my so called room...."
After about 5 minutes of twists and turns I hear him open a door,and pushes me in and his foot steps start to fade.
"fucking finally I can open my eye, oh how I've missed seeing things "
And as I finish what I say I'm only to be greeted with bared windows.The fuck wrong with them 1st off they kill my mum then they fucking hunt me down for three years just to then kidnap and throw me into a place to die like WHAT THE FUCK . I start to claim myself and my eyes land on a bed which is soft white and has way to many pillows "well......~I've not slept on a bed for a long time on night wont hurt right....right?.

       (dream)
The soft rays of sun bit my face at I stand up, the wind  blowing the lavender like a dance swaying side to side as if there waving hello to me.
The flowers start to lift of the ground and continue their dance around me wanting me to join.
Their humming so quiet that I almost can't hear it.
My feet start to movie with no control from me but I just lets it happen and let myself get swept away by the song.
The sun starts to set and the land yellows and as I look past the lavender, mother she stands there wilt the look of hatred as the land turns black by her touch, the young and pure face now routed and white.
The world stops
The flowers die
I stand there
"man who broke the trust of birth of the women who made I will find a place at the right hand of pain and grief "
The words just come out of me  and I fall back
( dream end )
I wake up in a cold sweat running to the mirror I see my hair has gone light purple but only the tips, I wonder if all my hair would have turned purple if I stayed a sleep.
" I need to get outta here "

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This chapter is in honor of my best friends birthday he getting old.
Happy one year closer to death