A Light In The Dark
Chapter II

I can't stop running now. Adrenaline pushes through my veins, and my head is throbbing. As I stumble through the dense bush, I cut myself as I dash through branches. My mind is reeling and I can not process what just happened. Blood gushes from my wounds at a fairly fast pace. I can't take much more of this. I want to end it. I feel like I have nothing to live for. Actually, I don't. Not after what they did.

Brown and red leaves flew in the fall breeze. They did not fight the wind, they just went with it. That's kind of like my life. I'm not entirely anti social, but I don't really have friends. And I'm fine with that. No one really cares about what I have to say, other than my family, or my opinions and beliefs. I'm fine with that, too. I don't care about the way I look. I dot care the way people look at me. I just move on with my life. If a problem occurs, I learn from mistakes I've made and I move on. But this time... I won't forget.

I was watching the sun set into the west. It was beautiful. The different colours blended together to create something amazing. While deep in thought about the colours and the sun setting, my mother called me to dinner. I replied that I would be there in a minute. I turned to face the door, but something in me made me look back to the sunset. Something in me felt.... Strange. Like something was not normal. I turned on my heel and went to dinner.

Supper was great. I was preparing to watch a movie as it was Friday night. I was going to say good night to my parents when they wanted to talk to me.

"Son," my father began, "I hope you know we love you very much. The day you came to us was a day that I would never forget. You mean so much to us."

"I know that. You say it all the time." I replied, hoping not to sound bored or rude.

"Yes, but we want you to know that you mean the world to us. We would do anything to keep you safe. We just hope you know deep in your heart that we love you." added my mother.

"Son, I love you so much." Said my dad.

"We can't say how much we love you." They both said.

Those were their last words. Gunmen entered the house, and immediately shot them. My father and mother smiled at me as they lay dying. My father manage to say "Go. Run." Before he... Left.

I burst through the glass doors, sending shards into the air. The men chased after me and swore at me. I ran because my life depended on it. I didn't know where I was going, but all I wanted to do was get away. Over my shoulder, I heard a gunman scream,
"HE'S IN THE WOODS! GET HIM!" I didn't look back. I heard shot after shot as bullets whipped past me as I ran. I felt the pain of metal puncturing my body as I ran. I cursed in agony. But I kept going. I was slowed by the injury, but I was making okay distance. I screamed as several more bullets entered my body with sickening thuds. I kept going. I can't stop now. One thought was irritating me. Of all people, why my family? I was now the only person left in the family. If I fall, my family's legacy will go to no one and my family will cease to exist. That somewhat gave me a surge of power, as I noticed my pace quicken. Until I noticed the blood. The men were far away, and by then it was nightfall. I lay by an old oak tree with a clear opening to see the sky, and asses the injuries. Seven shots. It seemed impossible that I was still alive. But I knew I was going to die. Blood seeped quickly from the shots. One shot to the back, two in the arm, one in the shoulder, two in the shins, and one dead in the centre* of my chest. I sighed. I was still processing what happened. Mom and dad were dead. The rest of my family was dead. I had no one to lean onto. I had no point in living, it seemed to me. Then, an ugly thought reared its ugly complexion into my thoughts. I as now an orphan. I will never again hear the joyful laugh of dad. I will never taste mom's great cooking. I will never look into their eyes and see care. I won't see love, kindness, or anything for them again. At 13, because today was my birthday, I surprisingly felt like I had lived a fair life. Yet it seemed like a sin to die this young. I looked to the stars. I saw many constellations, and the moon. To me, I enjoyed looking at the moon because it seemed to me like an escape. Even I there are no stars in the sky, the moon remains. It is my Light in the Dark. I watch comets fly by, their beautiful tails trailing behind them. I feel the lower regions of my body go cold and numb. It is time. I gaze at my body, and look at the wounds. I pray no one bear the pain I have been thought. I thank my mom and dad, for the life and love they gave me. I one again look to the stars. I draw the final breath and declare:

"I regret nothing."

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* I'm Canadian, so that's how I spell centre. I personally think its stupid......

Author's Note

Hey guys! I won't be online for a bit due to school and whatnot so I thought that I would work on this. Anyway, thanks so much for the support and time you all put into this. If I get at least 60-70 likes, Chaper III will be made. Thanks sooooo much!
Thanks once again,
InfernalLight