I Will Always Rest With Him

Voices raise

Cheers roar

Encouragement is shouted

Discouragement whispered

 

I run down the hall

And push through the crowd

A terrible gut-wrenching

Feeling tumbling inside of me

 

Standing on my toes, I peer

Over shoulders, getting a glimps

Of the scene playing out that

Grabbed the attention of so many

 

Fists were being thrown,

Tackles were being made,

Blood was being shed,

And bones were cracking

 

They are all movign so fast

It's hard to tell who anyone is

But one face stands out most

From all the rest and I gasp

 

His sandy blonde hair, usually kept

Is dishevled and has knots

The color is darkened dramatically

By the ugly hint of scarlet

 

His strong jaw,

Is scewedslightly to the left.

His perfectly white teeth tinted

with that same ugly scarlet

 

His neat and pressed clothes

Are crumpled and torn

and His left hand, bloodied

And bent hands useless at His side.

 

My throat closes up as He

Stops to catch His breath

And I spot the other boy

Stealthily sneaking up on Him

 

I try to find my voice somewhere

But it has tucked tail and run.

I'm left helpless in the crowd

As he places his hands on His head.

 

With something resembling grace, but

Uglier, the other boy snaps His head to the side.

One last breath as He gasped when

His eyes caught mine - a light shining there.

 

Then the light was gone as

He slid to the ground, His body limp.

A scream tears from my throat

As I rush over holding Him to me.

 

They tell me to leave Him now

I can not.  I will not.

No matter what, I promise

I will always rest with Him

 

...Even if I must

Meet the same fate.

Reviews

[..R.I.P..]

Oh wow, this is so sad. I almost cried towards the end, I really liked how this piece pulls its readers in. Great write.