--False-- HappinessHappiness of such extremeWonder,Destroyed by the rapture of thisDisease.I screamedSo loud that it broke myBrain.And the greed,Took over my thoughtsCompletely.So you left me,With a sneer on yourFace.I cried out to the sky,That I hated thisLife,And it laughed.A laugh so cruel andDeranged.I felt like dying.I felt like screaming.But all I could do was watch the painUnfold.The whole while I wondered when this wouldEnd.Probably never,The pain just grows.I carry this burdenedWeightOn my tired shoulders.So tired that I feel likeGiving up.But you won't let me.I don't know if I should hate you or love youFor that.StopTrying toChangeMe.You can't change this life.
Year 2031Autumn Ravenlight stared at the cold plate of food sitting in front of her. She hadn't touched it and she had no intention of touching it. The clock above the sink ticked noisily in the silent room. The sound was aggravating Autumn so she finally pushed back her chair from the table, heading over to the sink with the plate of untouched food.It was another long night with her father locked in his room. Tony Ravenlight had always been distant from Autumn, for as long as she could remember. Not to say that he was a bad father—he was just distant. It was understandable though, given the things that had happened to him.Tony was a brilliant man. He was always reading, always writing. A very solemn man, though. But Autumn was pretty sure he had always been solemn. It was just a part of his personality. There was another thing about him, though: he was depressed. He had to be. Her father's happiness had been on a downhill drive her whole life. Every night he locked himself in his room and st
PrologueAvril dragged her eyes away from her computer to glance at the clock, jumping up when she saw how late it was; almost nine o'clock.Oh my God! Tony must be worried, Avril thought as she picked up the phone at her desk and punched in her home phone number, saving her article as she waited.Tony picked up after the second ring. "Hello?" he asked pleasantly.Avril felt a smile pull on the corner of her lips when she heard his voice. "Hi, honey. I miss you." She couldn't help but say it."I miss you, too," Tony laughed happily on the other end. "When are you coming home?""Soon," Avril promised. "I didn't realize how late it was, I've just been so wrapped up in this article that I lost track of everything. I should be home in twenty minutes, half hour tops.""You better be," Tony chided jokingly. "You've got one very lonely husband eagerly awaiting your arrival."Avril laughed, glancing at the clock again. Two minutes to nine. "Is Autumn asleep?" she asked."She's so asleep that not even a
ForgottenDesperate screams echo off of the cold walls,Bringing me to life,A life I don't know,A life I don't remember.Realizing the screams are my own,I collapse to the harsh concrete floor,Sobs racking my body,Continually rocking.This room is empty.There is nothing here.No windows, no doors.No nothing.Harsh light from a single cold light bulb,High above my head,Swings back and forth, softly,Illuminating my prison.I feel so dead inside.How I got here…I have no idea, no thought process.I can't even remember my name!Who am I?Manic now with this disturbing thought.I have no past, no future.Possibly no present.Is this even real?Am I even real?Losing myself completely in the emptiness,I throw myself into my self-proclaimed darkness.My imaginary world, no existence.So many delirious thoughts occupy my time,My mind.And now I'm crying once more,Rocking back and forth in the corner.That place I could once go to,To escape to,Is now gone.Locked away completely.I know n
The BeginningIt was dark and quiet in the cramped, dilapidated house on Prince Street, though the street itself was not something to be compared to royalty. Like the house, the street was also cramped, dilapidated.Inside one of the bedrooms of the house was a young boy sleeping. He was about seven or eight, but he was very solemn for his age. His hair was as black as a raven's wing, and his eyes were an intense blue, like the color of a sea after a storm.A loud crash followed by an agonized groan roused the sleeping boy to consciousness."Gabriel! Gabrrrriiiieeeeelllll!!" The angry, slurred words crept into the Gabriel's room and he winced from the rancidness. He could smell the alcohol from his bedroom."Gabriel! Come help your mother. It's the only thing you're good for. Just like your father." The words were spat with venom.Gabriel stared at the wooden door with a steady, challenging gaze. He stood from his bed as silently as possible and quietly crept to his closet. It was the only place he