Forgive Me - What the heck?
04-18-2016, 12:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-25-2016, 12:36 AM by 2create.)
((Hey! 's been a while. I normally post this kinda stuff on MSPAF only but since that place went down for the foreseeable future why the hell not make a forum adventure?))
The forest is calming.
This late in the day, the densely packed trees don't let much light through, but it's not like I'm in the mood for a cheery atmosphere right now anyway; in fact, it's rather the opposite.
There's no one around to comfort me today. Not any more. There will be again soon, as soon as I reach the destination of my journey, but for now, I rest, and let the feeling of grief sink in.
My father is dead.
...
I open my hand, and look at the slip of paper. In large, black letters, it says the following:
It looks hastily penned out. I found it on the front door when I got home from the mall. The door itself was ajar. There wasn't any blood, but seeing a still body, lying on the ground... It does something to you. So I ran.
I tuck the note into my pocket again and start weeping, for the first time since all this happened. It's been hours, but everything only now seems to be getting through to me. A lone bird flies off as my squealing voice reaches it, and I see it make a headlong rush for the blue sky.
I wish I could be free from my emotions like that bird is free from the ground beneath.
Most times I am.
But sooner or later, we must all touch the ground.
Begin.
The forest is calming.
This late in the day, the densely packed trees don't let much light through, but it's not like I'm in the mood for a cheery atmosphere right now anyway; in fact, it's rather the opposite.
There's no one around to comfort me today. Not any more. There will be again soon, as soon as I reach the destination of my journey, but for now, I rest, and let the feeling of grief sink in.
My father is dead.
...
I open my hand, and look at the slip of paper. In large, black letters, it says the following:
Forgive me.
It looks hastily penned out. I found it on the front door when I got home from the mall. The door itself was ajar. There wasn't any blood, but seeing a still body, lying on the ground... It does something to you. So I ran.
I tuck the note into my pocket again and start weeping, for the first time since all this happened. It's been hours, but everything only now seems to be getting through to me. A lone bird flies off as my squealing voice reaches it, and I see it make a headlong rush for the blue sky.
I wish I could be free from my emotions like that bird is free from the ground beneath.
Most times I am.
But sooner or later, we must all touch the ground.