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His voice, so sweet. Sweeter then honey. Always a kind or loving word escaping his thin lips.

"Hey, Alex! Wanna play a game?"

"Alex, hey!"

"Let's go catch bugs!"

"Alex, you're my best friend."

"I don't care what Mom and Dad say, I still wanna hang out with you..."

"I love you, Alex. You're the best older brother anyone could ask for."

    Tears began to stream down Alex's face. He stood in the empty house wanting so badly for

someone to hold him. To talk to him.


"Why are we here Alex?"

"Please, Alex-"

"No!!!!"

"STOP!"

       The quivering man's sobs could be heard throughout the entire empty house. How could he

hurt....no kill....someone he loved so much? It was all his fault. His situation was cruelly ironic. He was

meant to be the sacrifice. His death would   mean that his family, along with everyone else in Shepherd's Glen, would live. However, he killed his brother and his mother. He witnessed his father get torn in two and didn't do anything to help. Why  did he live? Was this his punishment? To be alone? To know you caused this much pain.

     His hands were shaking as he made his way up to his familiar bedroom. He could barely drag

himself up: he had a hole in one of his legs, cuts all over his back from that horrid creature, and his left

wrist was sprained. This pain, however, was nothing compared to the emotional pain he felt. His

heart ached. He just wanted the pain to go away.

    Alex's eyes scanned the familiar room. It was just like he left it. He fell on his knees, hard. His eyes

traveled to his right hand, which still held the pistol. He could end it all. He wouldn't have to feel it.

Just a quick shot to the head and it would all be over. Could he do it? Yes. Did he want to do it? Yes.

Would he have done it? No.

    "Alex....please don't...." a weak voice signaled behind him. He heard the approach of small feet

lightly tapping on the wood floor. He dared not to turn around. A gentle hand touched his back. And

then traveled to his hand and took the gun. Soon, the figure moved in front of Alex. It just couldn't be.

It had to be in his head. Some sick lie or trick,but when he felt the gentle touch on his cheek he knew

it was true. The most important person to him, his best friend, his love, his light, and his life. Joshua.

He had the family necklace still around his neck and Alex's flashlight in his left shorts pocket.

     "Oh god...Josh....I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."  Alex gripped onto him, pressing his face into the younger boy's chest.


     "I have already forgive you, Alex. I always have...and I always will. I know you didn't mean to hurt

me. I love you....and I know you love me."  Josh pulled up the young man's face to him and laid a kiss

gently on his lips.

Description
His voice, so sweet. Sweeter then honey. Always a kind or loving word escaping his thin lips.

"Hey, Alex! Wanna play a game?"

"Alex, hey!"

"Let's go catch bugs!"

"Alex, you're my best friend."

"I don't care what Mom and Dad say, I still wanna hang out with you..."

"I love you, Alex. You're the best older brother anyone could ask for."

    Tears began to stream down Alex's face. He stood in the empty house wanting so badly for

someone to hold him. To talk to him.


"Why are we here Alex?"

"Please, Alex-"

"No!!!!"

"STOP!"

       The quivering man's sobs could be heard throughout the entire empty house. How could he

hurt....no kill....someone he loved so much? It was all his fault. His situation was cruelly ironic. He was

meant to be the sacrifice. His death would   mean that his family, along with everyone else in Shepherd's Glen, would live. However, he killed his brother and his mother. He witnessed his father get torn in two and didn't do anything to help. Why  did he live? Was this his punishment? To be alone? To know you caused this much pain.

     His hands were shaking as he made his way up to his familiar bedroom. He could barely drag

himself up: he had a hole in one of his legs, cuts all over his back from that horrid creature, and his left

wrist was sprained. This pain, however, was nothing compared to the emotional pain he felt. His

heart ached. He just wanted the pain to go away.

    Alex's eyes scanned the familiar room. It was just like he left it. He fell on his knees, hard. His eyes

traveled to his right hand, which still held the pistol. He could end it all. He wouldn't have to feel it.

Just a quick shot to the head and it would all be over. Could he do it? Yes. Did he want to do it? Yes.

Would he have done it? No.

    "Alex....please don't...." a weak voice signaled behind him. He heard the approach of small feet

lightly tapping on the wood floor. He dared not to turn around. A gentle hand touched his back. And

then traveled to his hand and took the gun. Soon, the figure moved in front of Alex. It just couldn't be.

It had to be in his head. Some sick lie or trick,but when he felt the gentle touch on his cheek he knew

it was true. The most important person to him, his best friend, his love, his light, and his life. Joshua.

He had the family necklace still around his neck and Alex's flashlight in his left shorts pocket.

     "Oh god...Josh....I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."  Alex gripped onto him, pressing his face into the younger boy's chest.


     "I have already forgive you, Alex. I always have...and I always will. I know you didn't mean to hurt

me. I love you....and I know you love me."  Josh pulled up the young man's face to him and laid a kiss

gently on his lips.