A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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Angel sat there wondering if he should stay a little longer or leave. He decided on staying to see if he could relax his mind and not overthink the situation he has been put in. Sadly as he waited, he began to overthink. He stayed there, not in the hopes that Sherrie would come. That hope was gone. He stayed to comfort himself, for he had no one else to comfort him. He hasn't been comforted from his parents in a long time. Nor has he been comforted by his once called love.
He stayed to think how and where he was going to kill himself. Was it even worth it? Was he just emotionally downhearted? Did he need to just take a very long walk? He wasn't sure whether to hold rage or cry in distress. One thing's for sure, not in this forsaken town. He had no one to talk to. He had no one to share his thoughts or feelings with. The only person he loved turned on him.
His thinking worsened as he started talking to the moon. In little hopes that the moon would talk back to him. Angel said in a miserable voice, "Do you think everything will turn out okay for me? The shadows have wasted a lot of my chances and if I stay here, I'll get to one. They'll hurt my friends. I can not let that happen. But the question is: Should I still have hope? Yeah, you're right I should. But how? Look around, because of me, everything turned upside down. Their emotions are upside down. Their mentalities are upside down. I've made everything dark and cold. So cold. Is that just how I am? Cold? Or is everyone else coldhearted towards me? I always have flashing images of Joyce desperately calling to me. And I so desperately want to run to her, but on the other side there's someone stopping me from reaching her. She's be mad at the fact that I did not listen to her. I believe that's called fear of someone being hire above and scarier than me. I can't believe I still have fear in me for I have done a lot of unholy doings. Do you think my fear will leave if I reunite with Joyce? But right now she's unstable and..."
Angel had paused his lasts words due to some quick flashbacks. His head swung from left to right repetitively. Could it be that he was getting closer in becoming fear once and for all? He continued to speak to the moon, "I'm sorry I'm not feeling myself today. As I was saying She's unstable and if I reunite with her, then I'll be unstable and cause fear with her by my side. Yes, yes, I know I'm strong, but... well yeah maybe I can control my fear. But it wouldn't be too long before it gets out of control... You're crazy moon! I'm not demented! You're demented! Damn, who am I kidding? I'm talking to a damn moon for crying out loud! You are no help moon! No help. I'd rather just leave the town. Somewhere where the shadows will never find me. Possibly a cold place where no one would want to visit. I'm off to find some clothes and food. Talk to you soon, moon. Possibly not, I'm not crazy I haven't got mad just yet! I know you're somewhere out there Joyce, but it's time for me to leave you and everyone. I'm sorry for entering your lives and ruining them. I can't believe my parents would put me in the hands of my friends. Why didn't they tell me earlier that I was a danger to them? Then again, it was my fault for letting them help me on this dangerous mission. If I leave, Grieve will have no purpose in this town."
