The blue and red hues were reflecting off the various buildings around me. I knew they we’re coming for me. I was the only on there, so I’d be the one they’d take. Knowing that, you’d think I would have prepared a statement in my mind, but I hadn't.
I was trapped in a moment of unprecedented horror. That's not an exaggeration eithr. And my instinct for survival didn't kick in. I couldn't to leave him alone. I kept hearing over and over in my head, no one deserves to die like this. So I stayed, watching his young life slip away.
You couldn’t possibly understand it until you see it up close and personal; dying that is. It’s a menacing thing to witness. Death swoops in and slowly sucks the goodness out of you. Whatever bad that exists in a person remains helping to consume whatever good that might be left lingering. I imagine everyone held in its infinite grasp appears helpless.
I knew everything he’d done. All the grief he’d caused my family; still I couldn't abandon him. I dropped to my kneess to be closer to him. I don't think he couldn't see me because his eyes were beginning to glaze over. My heart ached trying to understand what went wrong inside his heart to make it so dark. And I wonder if any form of love would've been able to penetrate its armor. At one time I thought mine could.
Not because I thought so highly of myself, I just invested too much hope in cliches. I couldn't let go of the fairy tale ending.Now I’m suspended in the midst of this nightmare. I don’t think anyone will come to my rescue. Everyone who could has already abandoned me. This is a fight I’ll have to endure alone.
