[Warning] I hesitated putting this passage up on here, because it didn't seem quite... "appropriate" to say the least. But I wrote this during one of my darkest hours, and lets just say that I wrote this for my best friend, to give him a voice, who I will always remember each passing day. And I apologize for any slight discomfort you may feel reading this. Thank-you.

Now we Begin:

 

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He was a very sensitive boy,

His love for Art was the only substance his heart beated for.

He embraced what he drew, what he painted, because it was the only way he knew he was still alive.

I loved him, he was my brother... that was until he come across something so great, so divine,

that it was simply not enough to create with his own two hands.

He did what he could to obtain this sudden object of affection,

his loss of innocence at an early age, was what had killed him.

 

In the end...

He never got his justice, and he never ever drew again.

 

Trascript: Anonymous-

 

"I hope that you will understand, from what took place, why I cannot tell you what exactly happened, because I don't want to remember... But I don't want to forget."

"I was 15 and he was 19 at the time, and I had convinced myself that I was in love with him.

I never told my parents about him, because I was afraid.

 

Although he made me... do things, I still followed him where ever he went.

He took me out to parties and we would do whatever we pleased.

If felt like a dream, and it was too good to be true... And little did I know he became my nightmare.

 

It was dark, but he insisted to take me out to his friend's party so I went.

It was passed midnight and I told him that I wanted to go home,

 

but... But I think maybe... he had a little to much to drink, 'do you love me?' he asked me impatiently.

I.. I didn't know what to say.

 

All I could do was foolishly nod my head up and down in hesistation.

So he smiled at me, no it was different; he smirked at me with cold empty eyes.

Before I could catch my breath, he grabbed me and locked the door behind him:

I knew what he could and would do to me.

 

I screamed 'no... Please NO, NO please your hurting me...'

-and you know what he said...?

'Shut Up!' and he covered my mouth in such rage that it paralyzed me, I couldn't move nor twitch a finger,

and it continued on as he devoured me completely.

It didn't make sense, he... He was hurting me and yet he was 'making love' to me--the shape of it confused me:

lying on the bed, with my head hung down, he was shaking my body with his whole body,

I thought he was going to kill me.

 

After... he was fin-ished... He rolled over and fell asleep. He didn't even look at me.

I stumbled out of bed, picked up my torn clothes off the cold floor,

and I looked at my blood stained underwear in the filthy sheets,

and I couldn't help but to feel drained of all my power;

I.. I... I was ashamed, I felt dirty, it was my fault that, that was how I saw myself...

 

I couldn't help but to feel that

it was my fault that I lost everything,

that it was my fault that I let him take everything away from me...

 

-Sobs-

 

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Choking in his sobs,

that was the last time I would ever hear my brother's voice;

lost, confused, broken, and in pain, so much pain

that it could break your heart.

.

Silence took over the court room -I couldn't stand it.

I looked at my parents who were crying in so much pain -I couldn't stand it.

I can't stand it here!

How could they say that he was lucky to have survived?

That he was lucky he only had minor injuries?

How could that make sense? It doesn't, just doesn't.

 

Across the court room,

I could see,

behind those bars,

the Monster that took him away fron us!

His eyes were so cold, so empty,

he had no remorse for what he did.

I hated him, wanted to scream at him,

I wanted to show him

how much pain he made my brother go through.

 

Before the prosecutors could say anything,

I bolted out of that court room as fast I could,

just as fast as my brother did four nights ago:

Why did this have to happen?

 

He was never ever the same again,

we could feel him slipping

from the grips of reality,

pain was his only exsistence,

it was inevitable

that we would lose him.

 

I kept running

until I reached the train tracks...

 

I can remember hearing him

cry through the walls of his locked chamber

haunted by unpleasant memories.

All he could draw were pictures of

absolute darkness, an impenetrable

nightmare that he could not escape.

 

I felt so helpless,

there was nobody that could help

erase the pain of his tainted innocence,

no one could give back the part of his life

that was taken from him,

the part that made him feel alive,

he was already dead inside.

 

"The human body- beautiful because

you couldn't bear to see them broken,

it's like the mind; terribly impressive till

you put it in jeopardy. Then it becaomes

such a delicate thing-like glass."

 

So yes, I do understand why

he threw himself against those trains that night,

it was his only escape,

he could finally be free.

 

I whisphered something into the wind,

hoping to leave a dent in the air,

"I Love You..."

But it was already lost in the wind,

carried along the currents of the waves,

and I would like to believe that

my message reached him.

 

Although he did not get his justice,

he found peace and perhaps freedom.

I can see his footprints on the train tracks,

so I close my eyes, trying to remember

the way he had smiled whenever

he embraced what he drew,

what he painted out of love,

and for a moment,

I don't feel so alone.

 

End.

 

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Thank-You.

 

- MidnightSecret