I Hate When This Shit Happens…

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Garrett's Death

He didn’t expect this to be his end. Red dotting the ground beneath him as he numbly watches the next drop fall. And the next. And every one after that. Until a glimmering pool has collected in the dust and filth. The torches hung on the wall flicker in the rippling red, reminding him of the way a well-polished ruby would put on a show with only a mere ribbon of light.

He was cocky. Too damn cocky. He should've known. Should've expected it really. As soon as everything starts to go too well, it all comes crashing down again. 

But still… he had hoped. Hoped that after all the time, all the effort and the pain and the fear, that he made something of his gutter-born life.

But no- it ends as it begins for him. As a struggle. Strung on a razor wire trap. Body dangling in the metal like a fish on a hook. Only shock keeping him alive.

The ruby red spreads a little further and dancing stars leap across his vision.

He wants to shake off the numbness, the unfeeling, he wants to be angry. All the life he has lived and he wants more. There is still so much life to live and more yet to steal. He wants. And thats killing him more than his broken body.

But now. To put aside all the glisting gems and gleaming gold, he would take back what the Reaper has stolen. 

It won’t be long now. 

A red threaded smile weakly spreads. It was not a good life per say. But it was interesting. Fun once he found his way. Despite it all, he wont let himself regret a moment.  

So let that be that then. He has lived. Now he shall die. Where once red coloured his vision, now only black.

Now.

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you