08-25-2008, 11:58 PM
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Everything he knew was a cage. Memories, knowledge, guilt, dreams, his mind. It was a battlefield he walked through endlessly, blind but seeing everything that no one ever wanted to see. Death, decay, destruction, deterioration. A world, a mind, a soul. He flinched horribly at the sound of the voice. It was unfamiliar and harsher than it probably actually was. It was not the girl's voice he had become accustomed to.
I didn't mean to kill him,he breathed anxiously, a frantic sort of reply to an accusation that had never come. The air smelled like sand and the ocean, the beach, a place he should have never spent so much time. The sea was not his neighbor to keep, but the sunset had been most beautiful there.
It wasn't my fault,he added, opening his eyes to nothingness. The presence was there. He could feel it like he could smell the salt and invisible breeze. He stared at the wall in front of him.
It wasn't.It was, though, he knew. Accident or not, it had been entirely his fault.