writing We Are

[Red_Rain 25]

I sit in the bar and sip my iced beverage, it is a short glass. and when it is done leave the bar, and walk down the cold alleyway. There you see me. and i you. you see me walk away from the place i was warm. where i knew i was safe. then you followed me to find what i was doing. As you followed me alone through the cold dark town. i walk into yet another building. swinging the gate open and carelessly leaving it open. I remove the keys from my long coat and unlock the small apartment i dwell in. the lock clicks. you fumble. i whip around and then you see. you See my face. and the hole where my heart would be. the hole in my head. the black eye i had sustained from some blow to the head. i see you. you scramble to your feet. holding a crucifix. i bow my head slightly and remove my fedora. and remove a picture. it is of me. Your standing there. in the photo. Next to me. smiling. I hold it up and you see. A tear runs down your cheek. I would move forward But i am held at bay by what you hold. i reach back and open my door. then step inside. Closing the door. You stand there. holding the crucifix in front of you. at my door. i sit on my bed. in my apartment. The place i died. My body lays next to me. a cigaret is all i want to have now. I think of asking you if you have but one. then i just sit back down. suddenly you and nine other priests burst through the door. i look at you. and smile. We are brothers. eight come forward and grab my arms. I do not fight. You prepare the holy water. the other priest places a hand on my head. i open the my mouth. The inside looks foul. i say but these words.

 

"Forgive me father: For i have sinned."

 

You hear me say these. and finally it all comes back to you. Time pauses. I sit up. Then stand. I walk to the door, and collect my hat. i look to you and tip my hat. The hole where my heart would be is now not but a hole, it not missing. there is no hole. my shirt is repaired. I smile and walk out the door. You go to follow but stop. We Are But mortal creatures. A photo is on my bed side table. You are in it. a woman stands next to you, she is in a bridle gown. she is kissing your cheek. her name comes to you.

 

"Mary" you say,

 

She is your wife. Long gone. A tear trickles down your cheek. Time restarts. You are now in my home. and i am in your memory. i was never. and you were always here. You feel your chest. It has a gaping hole in it. But no blood comes forth from it. you remember me. I walk in. dressed in a police uniform. you fall to the ground. several paramedics follow me in. you look the the bed. and see Mary. she holds a shotgun. Smoke from the barrel. I Handcuff her. And run over to you. Then i beg you not to die. the darkness seeps in. you  smile to me. One Final goodbye. i hold you there. dead in my arms. I turn to Mary. and ask her why. but there is no answer.

 

We Are.

This was written when i was BORED just so you know.

Also this is was what you get when you mix paranoia and a drug addict friend into a story

 THANK You for reading

Edited December 19, 2014 by Red_Rain

[Tameless 979]

This is great. Love the writing Style. So this is just a small piece you wrote out of boredom? Is it going to be something else in the future?