a boy sits alone crouched into a corner. he is in a cluttered room.

This boy feels an overwhelming depression, he thinks. no not thinks he ponders, feels. LOSS is an overbearing feeling here. he sees in front of him a candle,a bottle,and a match.the stares blankly tring to find meaning in his life. His mother who seems li

e more of another person and less of the caring saftey he's always known. a little more every day. In just a matter of time she will be nothing, if even a memory. He looks to his father. A good man, Though he's never really seemed to care except in times
f dispair, or anger. Even then he always apoligized. And then went back to living his own seperated life. Away from his wife and children. People hes supposed to care for.
    The boy feeling disgusted with his family then looks to all of his. Friends? no he prefers to think of them as aquaintences. friends exist only in memories. people who turned out to be so caught up in themselves that when he needed help. they didn't h
ve to try to turn their backs, They had their own problems. Why? Did he not rise to the call at any given time that they needed him...of course he did. often without a second thought.
    The only truth this young man has ever known are the few he has considered lovers. Though few had ever truly understood him. they were always the only people who could listen to these problems. Problems perhaps everyone experiances,overcomes. some wit
out help,others who needed at least comfort. as for this young mans life he had never experianced such pain. he didn't know how to cope. he needed help. it wasn't there like it should have been. When did they all grow so cold??
     This boy sitting quietly pondering all he knows feels pressure from all sides he takes the bottle in his hand and stares inquisitivly into it's contense. a thick red liquid. Like blood. he despises this feeling, yet he's always been able to hide it.
ut it away untill it was usefull.....Not Today
    From his lips a scream. it shakes and echoes in every limb and organ.the taste of blood on his lips he jumps to his feet, Lashing out with fist and bottle demolishing a Family portrait. Dismembering a bookshelf. His knucles bleed. The rage takes his b
dy smashing everything in reach. Crushing a chest of pretty antique trinkets. kicking at the mirrors on the walls. Energy escapes the boy. The anger presses on. Undeniable hatred for everything around him. without mercy he thrashes the memories around him
 the Toybox of his youth, still full. His mothers wedding dress. now torn and smothered with his own blood. He turns, a trail of blood flowing out of his mouth. Through the window he sees his greatest pain, his biggest enemy. The sun, he stares for a mome
t. cursing the huge glowing orb protected from him by the glass pane. The great lite, the one thing that whispers to him constantly "you are alive to swim in this shit, to drown in the problems everywhere..Deal with it". The boy thinks for a moment what
t is to be alive. he wonders why?
Why should i be here to Deal? What the hell does he care for anyone? only a very precious few have ever ment anything to him. Their all gone. They left because they couldn't understand. all thats left is the sun. Full of hate burning rage, searing heat. M
st important. no answers. not a fucking clue. The rage has doubled now, All he want's is to understand. The sun knows, but it hates him. the way the boy hates it. it builds again. the scream erupts again. this time he nearly collapses. but not before he a
tacks.
 The boy rushes at the sun, Smashing through the window before him. and as he falls to the ground he is content. he has the way to defeat his enemy. as he crashes to the ground he laughs. as he dies he knows the answer....Silence.in the attic. One thing l
ft amongst the debris.. a lit candle,and a burnt out match...the flame seems to smile. on the pain left behind. a boy and his pain now left to the rubble. It smiles, Because he is free..FADE TO BLACK.