His Fallen Grace|In Progress

|Memories|

It pricked at my skin as I layed there. A soft wind blowing through the trees as I fiddled with the grass.

Memories pushing at the surface of my mind. The thoughts rushing back to me at what I had done. How I felt after I had done it. My face expressed a grimace.

The past replaying in my mind, the screams and cries. Pleads for help as I walked through the destruction that I had caused, yet I felt no remorse. They had it coming, I thought to myself.

My fingers gripped tightly around the patch of grass, ripping it from the soft untouched-well was untouched- soil that lay near me. Teeth clashing together as I tightly shut my eyes.

I wished it had never ended. I wanted-no, needed to continue what I had done. To show them just what I had become. What they made me be. What they had made me do. My entire life was wasted on blood and tears, both that they didn't deserve.

After a few moments-and calming myself down, I relieved a sigh as I threw an arm over my head, my eyes cast upwards as it trailed along the delicate looking branches of the willow tree that I was under. Swaying with the wind as it flowed freely to the rythm of the breeze. It was a miracle that it was still here, given the circumstances.

It's going to rain today, I sighed softly, my eyes catching the small grey clouds peaking through the branches of the tree, surrounding the area. The colour darkening as time went by. I stretched out my free arm towards the small gap, hand spread out as I made an attempt to grab at the clouds.

I've always loved the rain. It made me feel as though I wasn't the only one that was broken and sad on the inside. Sometimes I felt like a cloud. Most days I wasn't there, some days I'd loiter around the open blue sky and then there are days like these. Days where I'd feel heavy with so much rain just waiting to pour down from my grey and cloudy eyes.

I opened and closed my hand a few times, trying to reach the sky before I froze in complete bewilderment. A drop of liquid fell from the sky and onto my outstretched palm, travelling down to my cold and exposed wrist, the action bringing an image to my eyes. Something I thought I had forgotten, however I guess some things aren't as expected.

All I could see was blood inside my eyes. The memories passing through like a whirlwind, not giving me a proper warning as it invaded my mind.

I blinked hastily a few times as I dropped my arm, the image playing through my eyes as I once again gripped at the soft, delicate grass- well this time a different patch since I already destroyed the other one, well what's left of it.

I closed my eyes as soft tears rolled down my pale cheeks, the memory now as clear as day. It was the beginning to all of this. How I got here. What made me, me.