A Knife to Slice CH 2
Chapter 2: Initial Cut
The Initial Cut
CHAPTER 2
BY: Wolfa Moon
Summary: Ezra is alone in a world he can no longer live in.
Disclaimer: No Own. Don't condone this behavior of what Ezra is doing. If you feel this depressed seek help. Please enjoy. REVIEWS REQUIRED. Appreciated.
THE INITIAL CUT
Chris looked around. His mind getting the better of him. Going to the dark corners. Corners that needed light. Just the places he hides him. Hid the gambler. And now where is the light to find him. His inner storm blocking the view. Looking to the sky asking it to shed light.
Then there he is. Laying in the rays soaking it in. But Ezra remained unmoving. Why does he do this? Why does this cheat, this man, makes him so angry. Make him fight with both halves of his conscious. Never quite full but making him full enough.
Moving closer he saw it. The red and green. Colors for a holiday not the scene before him. This is wrong and he had help contribute to it.
"Ezra, EZRA!" his voice echoing off the valleys. Jumping down he could only stare stunned. Taking in the pale complexion. Blue tinted lips. A form unmoving as a mountain. Knees buckling he fell before the stillness. Sitting in awe at what lay before him. "What the hell Ezra?" lifting up a leaking limb. Gripping tight to stop the flow. Yet it still sluggishly flowed between his gaps. "Why?" Why am I an idiot? How could I have been so blind? "Come on." Chris moves his arms under the dead weight. His thoughts going to the dark. Always and vocal. Getting on his horse with the weight held close to his chest. "I'm not letting you go damn it." And the sorrow in those words. The emotion collapsing in on him. Blindness no longer existent.
The weight against his chest knowledge of who is here with him. The irregular beat under his hand. The existence of life. Blood soaking his shirt and legs. The reality striking like lightening. He had contributed to this situation. Keeping silent through the storm. Hunkering down to watch from the window. But he had left clothes up on the line. Horses unstabled. Now the storm added to the noise to the things he let hang out in the wind. Chris cringed.
His storm has hit. And this is the outcome.
The Initial Cut
CHAPTER 2
BY: Wolfa Moon
Summary: Ezra is alone in a world he can no longer live in.
Disclaimer: No Own. Don't condone this behavior of what Ezra is doing. If you feel this depressed seek help. Please enjoy. REVIEWS REQUIRED. Appreciated.
THE INITIAL CUT
Chris looked around. His mind getting the better of him. Going to the dark corners. Corners that needed light. Just the places he hides him. Hid the gambler. And now where is the light to find him. His inner storm blocking the view. Looking to the sky asking it to shed light.
Then there he is. Laying in the rays soaking it in. But Ezra remained unmoving. Why does he do this? Why does this cheat, this man, makes him so angry. Make him fight with both halves of his conscious. Never quite full but making him full enough.
Moving closer he saw it. The red and green. Colors for a holiday not the scene before him. This is wrong and he had help contribute to it.
"Ezra, EZRA!" his voice echoing off the valleys. Jumping down he could only stare stunned. Taking in the pale complexion. Blue tinted lips. A form unmoving as a mountain. Knees buckling he fell before the stillness. Sitting in awe at what lay before him. "What the hell Ezra?" lifting up a leaking limb. Gripping tight to stop the flow. Yet it still sluggishly flowed between his gaps. "Why?" Why am I an idiot? How could I have been so blind? "Come on." Chris moves his arms under the dead weight. His thoughts going to the dark. Always and vocal. Getting on his horse with the weight held close to his chest. "I'm not letting you go damn it." And the sorrow in those words. The emotion collapsing in on him. Blindness no longer existent.
The weight against his chest knowledge of who is here with him. The irregular beat under his hand. The existence of life. Blood soaking his shirt and legs. The reality striking like lightening. He had contributed to this situation. Keeping silent through the storm. Hunkering down to watch from the window. But he had left clothes up on the line. Horses unstabled. Now the storm added to the noise to the things he let hang out in the wind. Chris cringed.
His storm has hit. And this is the outcome.