"Don't follow me!" I shout my last order and jump through the large open frame.
The fall is an added shock to my already sore muscles but I trudge on. My pace quickens when I begin to see the pink hues of dawn break through the clouds of the eastern horizon. I run aimlessly from street to street, turning corner after corner. With each step I fall deeper into a bottomless pit of despair, weighted by the loathing cries of my conscience. The questions pound against my head like a lunatic raging against the walls of his padded cell. Can there be forgiveness for what I've done? Will I get a second chance to redeem myself? Why have I been offered so many chances to live when I clearly deserve to die?! Who are you kidding Marcus, you already know the answer. I make a sharp left turn and head down the road with only one destination in mind: my end in the curse of water. After all it is where this chapter of my life began. With a dream, a dream of...
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The Curse of Water
Teen FictionHe stood on the steep drop towering over the poisonous raging blue waves. The boy inched closer to the centre of the world, his past looping it's technicolour reel before his eyes. The bottomless pit which ruled his nightmares awaited all those unfi...
