Tomorrow

 

TOMORROW

I run. Run in the black night, red stars above my head, damp ground under my feet.

I'm almost there. It's untrue... it can't be true... When I am there, I will find it is no true. No danger. No pain. They are safe.

It gets darker. A light... there! OH GOD!

It's all blowing up. The house is no more. I wonder if...

I'm going in. I want to see... No, I don't want. But I HAVE to see.

Suddenly a sound from the bushes. A figure running away.

HIM?

He should have died... die rather than... Oh God, how can this be?

He's off,
I chase.
His back
I tail.

I run and run... I got him. He's mine. He'll pay for this...

Suddenly a crack, and he is no more. I did nothing. He did all by himself. Something sneaking on the street in front of my very eyes.

The smell of death reaches my nostrils, it disgusts me. Death is all around, all of them... dead... and I can't think of all those people who died tonight... Some lay in the street in front of me, some I shall probably not see ever again.

I need to go, now. They've all heard... I'll be accused... I've got to go and see if he is still alive. Our last and best hope against the Dark Lord... how can he still be alive? I need to know.

No way, too late. They're on me. No way out, I'm trapped. Too many of them.

I'm taken away, no chance I have. They won't hear me. My words don't matter. And I will not be talking anymore, they say.

I'm off for the icy cold. Cold is the ice, cold is the weather, cold are the stone walls I will live in.

Cold is my heart.

Cold is my soul... I have soul no longer.

Oh God, they're all around. Reach inside of me, the deeper me... I have to defend... I have to try. I HAVE to fight...

I count the countless days. I scratch small lines on the wall... ten... eleven...

Tomorrow will be twelve days. Fine, I will be leaving tomorrow. I will try and escape.

I will not be staying here for more than twelve days... not twelve months...

... definitely not twelve years...

Tomorrow I shall be going. Tomorrow I will be free. Tomorrow brings my life back.

Tomorrow I will go looking for him, and I will be as a father. I will cuddle and sing, I will comfort and teach.

Tomorrow I shall be a part of his life...

Tomorrow, maybe...

 

THE END