cicianimegoddess

 Alfred F. Jones stood in his home, the young teen looking very pale compared to the reflection looking back at him from the mirror.  He was dressed in blue, cotton pajamas which, brought out his bright, sky-colored eyes. Those eye's, normally hidden by his beloved Texas, where free to be seen since he had taken his cherished glasses off for sleep.  Yet, strangely, his reflection had the pair of glasses on.  "Damn you," Alfred cursed with a glare at the person in the mirror, " What the hell do you think you are doing Aaron?"  Out of seemingly nowhere a light hearted chuckle, filled the once quite room.  

 On a sunny warm September day, I walk up to a grave that has a few fake flowers around it. I kneel down and brush off some grass from the flat headstone. The metal made headstone is warm from the sun. I smile looking at the rose designs on either side of the name. Grandma always did love roses. I stay like for a second, knelling down just looking at the grave. Then, I feel heated tears run down my cheeks as I start talking out loud to, not the grave itself, but to the beloved person it belongs to. " hey Grandma, how is heaven? Everything is ok here. I'm in college now. Yeah hard to believe you great-granddaughter's all grown up huh? " I

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU! That's all I can think as I look the monster in the eyes. Into his gray-blue eyes so mocking, so wild, so full of madness, so ….cold.  How can you stand to be this way? How can you stand to call yourself their friend…their family…..their lover…… Your not human at all anymore! You have no love left in you. You have no heart left in you. Just a lust for power keeps you going.  Just your need to have someone by you keeps them alive. That's the only reason you "protect" them is to keep someone with you to satisfy your lone