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BrET13 — What changed, I or the world?
Published: 2010-01-28 16:13:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 10542; Favourites: 454; Downloads: 58
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I didn't plan to do this pic so painful, but it turned so out. The worst is that today is really his deathday.I can not accept his dead.
Anyway, he will live in our heart. We love you, Darling! 
Thank you for all the comments, faves and views!!
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What Changed, I Or The World
That infernal dripping…
Drip…
Drip…
In a long crimson trail that marked my presence…
Drip…
Drip…
Would that damned sound ever stop?
Drip…
Drip…
Apparently not… the dripping was beckoning to those who chased me… to those who thought I was twisted and sick… but how can someone… who only picked up that book for the good of humanity… be considered the sick and twisted monster I am?
It just doesn't make any sense…
I am god… I am righteous… I am the divine judgement…
But, apparently not…
This world was meant to be mine… was meant to be full of only the true of heart and worthy people… but now… it'll never get to that stage… not without its god that is…
Drip…
Drip…
I wonder… I wonder if it would have been different, if someone else had picked up the book… would they have seen it as a method of destruction or a tool to aid in the cleansing of the world… or would they take one look at it and run. Those are the questions I want answered… if I am to die like this than I want answers…
Drip…
Drip…
These streets are so familiar… as if I'd walked them before… before I'd picked up the book… that's right, it's the path back to my house from my college… the place where it all started… huh… how ironic… I'm walking the same path I walked when I'd started my journey… and now I was walking the same path to end my journey…
Drip…
Drip…
Very few people take this rout as I remember… only I and a handful of other people did because, well, there wasn't much to see compared with the more scenic route through the city… I think I did it because there was time to think and to unwind from the expectancies of the school… it used to be my only escape from those so called friends… teachers… my parents… and when I found the book… I never took the route again… probably because I was god and god didn't have time to unwind or escape from his world…
Drip…
Drip…
Who is that? There is someone approaching… he's holding a black book, looking intently at it not bothering to look up… this must be a chosen route for someone else as well… he looks so relaxed but perplexed at the book in his hands, I wonder, is it his homework or assignment… or is it some poor person's journal? Well whichever it is he is concentrating hard… then he's snapped out of it by my shoulder making contact with his own… his eyes snap up with hints of annoyance in them ready to glare at whoever had broken his concentration with the book… then they widen as I pass… his brown eyes take in my bloody form… I give him the briefest of glances…
Drip…
Drip…
He looks just like I used to… brown hair, brown eyes, a tan jacket over dark pants with a white shirt and a red tie… the personification of a good student… he looked so much like me… except he was carefree and more worried about upcoming tests than the well-being of the world.
Drip…
Drip…
What the hell? Who was that guy? He… he was… bleeding! I stared at the guy noticing the similarities between us. He had brown eyes, brown hair, a dark suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie… just like I think I'd look in a few years' time… but he's different… he has an air of surrender… as if he's been through too much and now he's finally broken. He doesn't pause though he does throw the briefest of glances over his shoulder and meets my eyes for a fraction of a second… just for me to realize… he is me…
Drip…
Drip…
The kid is just staring at me now… as if I hold all the answers in the world... but I pay him no attention, just keep walking. When I've left him behind I come into sights with an abandoned warehouse… its doors are open and inviting, it's big and cavernous, and the police won't find me… so I go inside…
Drip…
Drip…
I forgot about the trail! Of course they'll find me… they'll find me and drag me back to jail where I'll rot for my 'crimes'… I see a staircase and limp feebly over to it… fine, let them find me, I've already given up anyway…
Drip…
Drip…
I hear their footsteps as they approach… they'll find me any moment now… all I have to do… is wait.
Drip…
Pain…
My eyes widen as the searing pain takes over my body, it spreads from the centre of my chest… my heart… damn it… forgot about the conditions of that book… if pick it up and use it… then I die by the original owners hand…
And it's all because of that stupid book…
If I hadn't picked up the book, would I still be here? Or would I be happily studying to be a detective like my dad? That thing corrupts… I w=saw it in the face of that boy I passed before… he was so perplexed at the same stupid book clutched in his hands… but it would be his downfall…
Ba-boom…
Ba-boom…
My heart was slowly and painfully shutting down… I could feel it as it turned my body against me… is this what those people I killed felt? Did they feel this same pain that seemed to go on forever?
Ba… boom…
Ba… boom…
I stare uselessly at the ceiling and I hear the footsteps stop as they enter the building… obviously following the trail I laid out for them…
Ba… boom…
Ba… boom…
Silently I sat there watching as my sight turned tunnel and my breathing was laboured… this was it…
Ba… boom…
Ba…
My eyes slowly closed for the last time as my body shut down… and I couldn't help wonder…
What changed… I… or the world…
Boom…
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Comments: 157
Dammit I knew all those death dates were around now. Makes me even sadder cuz they're so close to my birthday.
I know it's just a story but somehow... It really gets to you when you know at what day they're going to die.. It's just weird...
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I understand your feelings! I feel so too!
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This is lovely! I love the colouring.
Excellent job, my friend.
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Thank you so much! I tried to reflect my feelings in this pic.
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Well, you did a wonderful job. I can sort of feel a sadness... Yet... Warmness. It's great. : )
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Thank you again! I'm happy that you see so!
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