[Black Wings]

I was sitting in my room, on my bed, listening to music. I think about everything when the music is playing. My memories unfold before me, my life spread out on a blanket, every note in a song is a memory, a space, a time, something that I remember. I plucked out the bad from the rest. One bad memory stuck out. It was the one where I learned the truth about my mother. I die a lot inside, I do that a lot. Maybe I'm dead. Maybe I'm a souless freak who is just a body in which works by itself.

The memory:
I was in my moms car. I waited while she was in the store. I saw a stack of paper and started to read them. Every line tore a vein from my body. Every letter struck me, a pain severing every bone, every muscle, every particle of my being. A man had written my mother a letter, detailing how their love life was. Allen was his name, and He was my true enemy. How dare this man come into my family disguised as a secret to steal my mother away? To sweep her off her feet in one movement and leave me in the dark? I vowed that day to never believe another person again. Every person, every place, every thing was worthless, insignificant to the big picture that I now saw in color while others were stuck in black and white. These colors were bright, new colors appeared, ones of which I have never layed eyes on. THe spectrum of light and darks appeared before me. Light and Dark did not go hand-in-hand. It was uneven. It was clear that the Dark had total control over the Light. The Light was no longer needed, the good in the world has disappeared. And I'm the only one whocan see it...