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Sean
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1.
He took a deep breath filling his lungs with the cold crisp air of autumn.
The night was dark. The moon and stars were hidden by the clouds above.
As he walked down the pebbled path he could hear the crickets in the grass talking to each other.
Across the field, bats stealthily swooped low to catch and devour unsuspecting bugs.
Every so often his eyes noticed movement in the trees and bushes.
He used to be afraid of childish things like monsters under his bed, but he was not anymore.
Over time he had come to realize that the monsters on earth had no fangs, claws or even wings.
The real monsters were the kids at school who bullied you every day relentlessly, or the father who'd get drunk every night and hit you so hard you'd see stars.
When he felt it was time, he sat down on a bench and closed his eyes.
At that moment, the night became very quiet. It was almost as if the trees around him knew what was about to happen.
2.
It started to rain.
Regrets flooded his mind like a river bursting through a dam.
He was so young and had experienced so little.
He wished he could go back in time and change everything.
Rewrite his past and right the wrongs.
He wished he could have experienced love and the feeling of being loved by another.
They never gave him the chance.
It was too late for that.
One by one he thought of his friends, family and even the acquaintances he had met over the years.
He hoped they'd understand why he didn't say goodbye.
The tears from the sky mixed with his own. He wondered if God was crying.
3.
The irritating sound of a mosquito pulled him away from his thoughts.
He reached for his bag.
It was difficult for his frozen fingers to grasp the zipper.
He carefully took out a half-empty bottle and tossed the bag aside.
He gazed at the dark liquid. It almost looked red in the dim moonlight.
He carefully twisted the lid off and raised the bottle to his lips.
It burned as it ran down his throat and into his stomach.
The feelings of frustration and sadness slowly melted away.
4.
He laid his head back on the bench and looked through the clouds, beyond the sky, to the heavens.
He wondered why God had abandoned him.
Where had He been when he had needed Him the most?
Perhaps there was no God.
That would explain why his prayers remained unanswered.
Would knowing the truth change his mind?
God was not going to save him now.
Nothing could stop him. His mind was made up.
His hand reached below the bench and grabbed the empty bottle.
He said a quick prayer and, with all his strength, smashed it across his forehead.
4.5.
Thump, thump, thump.
He could hear his heart pounding in his head.
Warm blood oozed down his face, into his eyes and mouth.
It hurt just thinking about moving.
He clenched his teeth and turned his head slightly.
Pieces of glass scattered the forest floor.
He noticed a large broken shard of glass within reach.
The pain was excruciating but he managed to grab it and sit up straight.
He could slightly make out a strange beat made by the rhythm of blood dripping from his nose and chin.
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He took a deep breath filling his lungs with the cold crisp air of autumn.
The night was dark. The moon and stars were hidden by the clouds above.
As he walked down the pebbled path he could hear the crickets in the grass talking to each other.
Across the field, bats stealthily swooped low to catch and devour unsuspecting bugs.
Every so often his eyes noticed movement in the trees and bushes.
He used to be afraid of childish things like monsters under his bed, but he was not anymore.
Over time he had come to realize that the monsters on earth had no fangs, claws or even wings.
The real monsters were the kids at school who bullied you every day relentlessly, or the father who'd get drunk every night and hit you so hard you'd see stars.
When he felt it was time, he sat down on a bench and closed his eyes.
At that moment, the night became very quiet. It was almost as if the trees around him knew what was about to happen.
2.
It started to rain.
Regrets flooded his mind like a river bursting through a dam.
He was so young and had experienced so little.
He wished he could go back in time and change everything.
Rewrite his past and right the wrongs.
He wished he could have experienced love and the feeling of being loved by another.
They never gave him the chance.
It was too late for that.
One by one he thought of his friends, family and even the acquaintances he had met over the years.
He hoped they'd understand why he didn't say goodbye.
The tears from the sky mixed with his own. He wondered if God was crying.
3.
The irritating sound of a mosquito pulled him away from his thoughts.
He reached for his bag.
It was difficult for his frozen fingers to grasp the zipper.
He carefully took out a half-empty bottle and tossed the bag aside.
He gazed at the dark liquid. It almost looked red in the dim moonlight.
He carefully twisted the lid off and raised the bottle to his lips.
It burned as it ran down his throat and into his stomach.
The feelings of frustration and sadness slowly melted away.
4.
He laid his head back on the bench and looked through the clouds, beyond the sky, to the heavens.
He wondered why God had abandoned him.
Where had He been when he had needed Him the most?
Perhaps there was no God.
That would explain why his prayers remained unanswered.
Would knowing the truth change his mind?
God was not going to save him now.
Nothing could stop him. His mind was made up.
His hand reached below the bench and grabbed the empty bottle.
He said a quick prayer and, with all his strength, smashed it across his forehead.
4.5.
Thump, thump, thump.
He could hear his heart pounding in his head.
Warm blood oozed down his face, into his eyes and mouth.
It hurt just thinking about moving.
He clenched his teeth and turned his head slightly.
Pieces of glass scattered the forest floor.
He noticed a large broken shard of glass within reach.
The pain was excruciating but he managed to grab it and sit up straight.
He could slightly make out a strange beat made by the rhythm of blood dripping from his nose and chin.
To be continued/edited/sentances added or removed.
Work in progress. Check back.
