Despondent

Prologue

"What are you doing, Max?" David asks sitting beside me, I sigh wishing the red head to disapear. I continue looking up at the sky dipping my feet into the water. "What does it matter?" I respond absent mindedly, "What does it matter what I'm doing, David? What does any of this matter?" David stares at me surprised and a little on edge.

"M-Max, what are you saying?" David places a gentle hand on my shoulder, normally I would brush it off, but right now--I need someone more than ever. I just won't admit it. "I'm saying that..." I turn my head starring back at David. "What's the point of living if we're all going to end up the same way? Does it really matter that... we do what we do? We're just here for some kind of sick and twisted game." I stare down at the water looking at my reflection. I can see David starring at me his mouth open agap.

"Max, what you're saying sounds..." "I know. I know, David. I know what it sounds like and... you're right. Its exactly what you think. You were right the whole time--I just didn't want to admit it to you, to myself--to anyone." David pulls me in for a hug setting me on his lap as he pulls me closer to his chest.

"What are you--" "Shush, Max. You had a rough few years. Don't speak, don't move. Just feel, let all those feelings you had bottled up, out." Those simple words broke my heart like glass, a pain surged through my entire chest, my lungs feeling like they are incased in barbed wire. Tears began to flow like an endless stream, I couldn't hold in my feelings anymore--I could no longer hide what's been hidden all these years.

David gently strokes my hair as I cry into his chest, his heart beat calming, his touch gentle and loving, his smell like pine somehow refreshing. I could stay like this forever, I could drift away into slumber with him by my side, perhaps that's what I did as the darkness settled in, slowly dirfting off to sleep in a man's chest whom I now will call: father.