The dark

I'm running... i'm running but i don't know why. I know i'll have to face it sooner than later. After all i cant run forever can i? It's pitch black all around me. Not even the moon shines over my pathetic existance. It feels like it's been forever, but i know i can't stop. If i do i will surley parish. He'd kill me. All i do is keep running.

I'm running...

I'm running...

Then...everything stops. The world freezes. Time stops ticking. I find my self in a room with a single dangling light. There are three doors...one old and looking as if it would break at any given moment. The middle one seems to be in normal shape, a few scrapes here and there. And the last door....completely white...no scratches...no smudges....just pure....white. I move to the first one, gently opening it, only to see him...but hes small...younger...playing with toy trucks and reading childrens books.

I close the door, careful not to slam it.

I move to the second door, preparing myself for what i am to see. I open the door, to see him in his teen years...the sadness....the loss...the pain... I slam the door, tears building up in my eyes as i stifle a cry.

I move to the last one...

What i see horrifies me. It is him...laying in a casket...surrounded by people who claim to love him. Tears fall down my face as i take in this image. It was suicide. No doubt about it. I close the door just before i fall to my knees and bury my face in my hands. Why? Why him?

Why?

Why me?