The Day When Darkness falls

The Day when Darkness Falls 1

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When you read this story imagine given locations with cold, stormy but not wet sky covered by dark clouds. And a guy of 18 years as described in shabby clothes. Try to view the world with the eye of this guy. 

The Day when Darkness falls 

I'm an 81 aged guy with blonde hair and grey eyes. This is my story when my life came to its end nearly and I lost my mind for 25 years due to the incidents that had happened at my end of adolescence. You have no idea what I have overcome and I'm still confused why am I alive and how am I alive. Now let us rewind to the past through my eyes and you can join my travel through the worst nightmare. 

I woke up in a morning. Looked up on my room better can be called as a box. It can only afford to hold on bed but I had squeezed my drawer into it and a cupboard which gives awful noise when it is opened. I got up of the bed and looked myself in a tiny broken piece of mirror. The face was what I see everyday grey eyes skin getting a little rough due to shaving which was new to me and I can see one or two zits over it. And there was a scar at the side of my chin which I got it during a fight with my elder brother. 

I was 8 at that time and my brother was 13. He never liked me. We were always fighting for something. Once I fought with him for a chance at his video game. When he got mad (if there was a word super mad it would suit) and took a short knife which is was damn sharp and trying to scratch me with some ninja style as in the game he was playing. I was screaming and our mother came a little later as she was tired of negotiating between us. By the time she came I had a deep cut near to my chin and was bleeding like hell. I was crying and my mom was beating my brother. From that moment I got this scar on my face. 13 days from that day my brother went to trekking with his friends to a nearby forest and went missing while all his friends returned home. I did not know the seriousness of the situation then and was happy for God revenging for my blood. 

The next day local police came with his body; in-fact police brought that body since my father filed a complaint. They were not sure that it was his body it was like bomb exploded from within of his chest. They must have stitched largest of the pieces before bringing it here. Mom broke into tears on seeing our family ring which was along with what had remained of my brother. Dad presented it on his 12th birthday and got an oath from him that he should not lose it at any cost. He smiled big and nodded and I asked when will I get such ring mom said you will get it when I got older which was a lie. I figured it out when my mom was sobbing over my brother's cemetery and telling that ring was passed along by the eldest of the heir. 

Days passed on and that happened...................