I was running. My daily run, pretty normal right. Well it was anything but normal. The creak of the trees and the lifeless looking birds weren't normal if you ask me.The way the moon was sitting right on the horizon line and wasn't moving even an inch. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone or something was watching. Eyeing my every move.
I always wonder : what type of place would the world be if we didn't exist? There are many thoughts that ponder in the back of my mind, but that one has always seemed to stick out more than others, because would it change the sun and the moon, or would animals still be going extinct when we have no part in their lives? The question always agitates me somehow but at the same time it gets me thinking.
The moon's long pearl-white beams of light, have always been my soul's guidence that I feel the most connection to. The way it settles in the sky with anticipation has always been the way I believed that I would be alright. The curvature always sparking me with the eager feeling to go, and live. Live a life that's worth living.
The subtle but clear call of birds. The whispering wind calling out to me with edge. The faint sound of gun-shots. The voices screaming out for me to stop. All of it was in the background. Fading away till the only sound I could hear, was my own ragged breath. All the people trying to make me stop, only had them ending up knocked down next to a tree. I wouldn't stop. I won't stop. He's not a monster. I refuse to believe that the man that has haunted me my whole life, is a monster. Suddenly my senses all came rushing back to me, with one big gush of air. Everything became quiet. Deadly quiet. I started to feel light-headed. I knew why, but I refused to believe that he did this to me. My knees became weak and buckled from underneath me. My breath started to even out, until all was nearly too quiet. Here I was dying, while staring into the sun. I felt someone place their knees between me and the ground. I forced my head up, to look at the person. There he was. Staring into my emotionless, pale blue eyes, with sadness and regret clear in his eyes. I reached up and rubbed my fingers over his slight stubble.
"You're not a monster"
I'll never know why people call him a monster beacuse in my eyes he's just as lost in this world as I am. The sun reached full visibility and I knew my end had reached me.
I always felt like doing something exciting. My mind raced with all the possibilites. The thoughts have always been running through my mind when I think of doing something. I've always liked going places and doing things. I said to myself:
'Tomorrow I'm going to do something great'
With that I slowly closed my eyes, as the blinding sun said goodbye and the lonesome moon rised up.