Death's Game
Bright. I remember it being bright and knowing that I wasn't at home. Where am I? Oh yea, nowhere... After Brandy I couldn't stay in that town. There were too many hurtful memories to be told. I had to leave, run rather. More like hell on earth than a little peaceful town.
She was coming over to see me, I had been deployed for 27 months. So much for coming home... Yea, I'll come home to more than family, death... He won't leave me alone. Driving me crazy, stalking, watching, waiting for the kill. He commands me to slowly, painfully walk to him but I struggle to even breathe. Those battle fields haunt my dreams, so does she...
"Brandy!... Hold on! Please! Fight it, fight for your will to live! Please! Don't you leave me now! We have too many plans for you to leave like this! Please..." Why couldn't they have saved her? They could of if they tried. "It's to late..." He told me. "It's to late! You can save her! What do you have to do to save her!? A heart?... You need a working heart? Why not mine? I'll give it to her! It needs to match? Match what? Her blood type?! But a heart is a heart... right?..."
Apparently not, it needs to match her blood type. So much for saving her. Why did I bestowe this on myself? It was going to happen anyway I guess... But why here? Why now?... Why couldn't Death just wait...
Copyright © Foster Gregory | Year Posted 2014
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