Through The Eyes Of Depression

Just one more cut

"Just one more cut..."

Dominic was once an innocent little boy that knows nothing more than to play with his toys, have fun and look at the world with such great wonder. His facination grew incredible in his early age. Dreams were already planned and he told himself that there is nothing stopping him from reaching his goal.

A world full of burning desire to do what makes him feel fulfilled and perfectly filled as an individual. Who knew it would turn into something severely devastated that even the words distorted and death aren't enough to define the defiling atmosphere of the utterly saddening presence from the once sturdy pillars of his goals and dreams which are now dead and decaying from all the scars of struggles and war which felt like an entire eternity for each second passing by?

"Dominic, let's play."

The words from a friend whose name is now forgotten, echoed through his eardrums with a tone so happy, it killed him when he realized how pleasant things was once. They used to be peaceful and colorfully free but now everything is pushed deep down into oblivion. Things really have changed from what they once used to be.

A sharp pain of piercing feeling stabbed through his chest like a lightning bolt, striking freely across his flesh. Flashbacks of the past ran through his eyes like a million slideshow in a blink of an eye. Too fast for a short moment for them to be actually clear but never dull enough to forget about each single thing that tortured his mind.

"You can be anything you wanted, son."

His mother's last words were losing warmth as she was laying on her death bed with only seconds to wait before she'd leave the world with a huge impact causing a permanent scar on someone's life. This is when his life started to fall apart. Every single inch of light was dragged down to the pit with his mother's coffin. His life and his love was buried together with the greatest woman in his world. He will never be able to visit her grave ever again. He couldn't bare to see the tombstone of not only his mother, but also the proof that his world has lost all tastes and interests.

"You told me that I can become anything. Now look at me become nothing."

Dominic's last whispers to the air were spoken as he left the graveyard with crippling grief and unstoppable guilt. He knew his mother never even loved him. He knew she made it up just to make up an image that they are an unbreakable family of love and faith when all of those were lies and trickery. Just like a dollhouse, everything looks fit and perfect until you look through closed curtains and behind locked doors.

"You are not my son."

A picture of his father slowly blurred into nothingness as he remembered the last words he heard from him. A crystal clear tear trickled down his smooth cheeks while his face had no expression of remourse. Not even a sign of sadness was left in his face. He was barely devastated, all emotions were drained and now the only thing he could feel is the saddening depth of the emptiness inside him that will never be filled with anything.

His father regretting the day Dominic was brought into this world. He has made an inescapable mistake for cheating from his first wife and making out with another woman while his wife was home, baking cookies and applying a cold pack of ice cubes on her bruises, in the hopes that the frostbite would heal all her pain from all the beating she got from him.

"I wish you were never born. I tried to kill you once but the devil just won't let me."

His eyes were opened after he heard his father's tale of darkness and violence. Attempting to murder his other woman and the child in her womb just to kill the curse in his life. Blaming the child for not dying during delivery, he knew he had to make his life miserable for this is the only way he could kill it without staining his hands in blood.