shared with permission…<\/p>\n
Alone with the creaking of rusty chains, a girl swings.
Head bowed, eyes downcast, one foot slowly pushes back and forth.
The silence creeps in and starts to weight down on her heavy heart.
Bitter tears flood the girl’s pale face.
Afraid of the world she built, the one of regret and dpression,
She’s come to find that she no longer knows how to carry on.<\/p>\n
A coward’s choice could be her biggest achievement in life.<\/p>\n
All it takes is one slight motion and an explosion to the ends of the earth.
The gun is cold and heavy in her hand as she presses it to the side of her face.
Suddenly the girls finds that she is no longer alone.
She feels the presence of someone behind her.
Startled, the girl turns to see a man with gentle eyes and a sad smile.
She starts to back away but the man hold out his hands to her and the sight of them stops her.
On each of his wrists is a circular scar,
Almost as if something had been driven through there.
The man quietly takes the gun from her and throws it behind him.<\/p>\n