Stories

Soul

People say that the soul is the most important thing in a human. But, what if that's not true?

I think that your thoughts are also very important. After all, they are the cause for someone to go insane. They can make someone mad or make him calm. They change our state of mind.

What if your soul feels sad all the time? That is he case of my brother. His name is Gabe. He has black hair and is five foot with seven inches tall. He likes to read alot. But I mean alot. He can be reading all day and night.

But he did not care about his soul. He was in constant pain. He struggled with alcohol addiction, abused his wife and lives locked inside his house. I haven't seen him since that day. The day he abused his wife.

He used to say that he felt pain all the time. That he felt alone and betrayed by others. He also said that he feels something burning inside. I never knew what he meant till this day.

Today, six years since it all happened, I can honestly say that now I know what he meant by "Burning".

I received a letter this morning, one that read "Open it after you see". Weird. Well, not to weird if by "See" he meant for me to go to his house, one that's burnet to the ground. The trees that were near the house are gone. Only but one remained, the one where he had his punching bad." I can't believe that it survived a fire" those were my thoughts.

But after close inspection, it wasn't really a punching bag, it was him, Gabe. My one and only dear brother, hang him self. His skin didn't seem burnt. I guess he did that after the house burned to ashes. Altho, the house was burnt six years ago.

I thought he disappeared, but I guess he never left his own yard. I guess that is what he wanted me to see. So I opened the envelope and read the note.

It said, "Dear Sarah, I write to you from my cottage in the woods. Alone, tired, sad, and as you know, burning. Before I go I wanted to share something with you. I'm pretty sure you are the only one who is going to believe me. You see, I never abused my wife, I never hit her, I never abused alcohol either. I dont drink. What I did abused was reading.

I read so much that I got full of ideas, thoughts and many questions. Like the one of why did our mother abandoned us? Didn't she loved us? Did she planned us? Who is our father? Do we have other siblings? If we do, Do they know of us? Have I met them before, but didn't knew it? Why did it took so long for the system to find us homes? Why did they sent us away? Why couldn't we be together? Did they hated us too? Who is our family? Our real family, where is it? Would they want to know us? Do they know we even exist? 

I think about those questions every single day, hoping that maybe one day, they get answered. But as questions kept occurring, my soul sadden by all of these with no answers. So today, I end my journey where it all started. Where she last took us, where she last saw us, where she abandoned us...