The Remake Of The Whole Story

                       Blood had stained my hands centuries ago, this abandoned rotten place. It is not one's heart to break easily, but if one must snap he must change with the tides. Along with the blood and stench, he bares the changes of life.

                          This cell, I have been kept here. How long has it been since I left? Ten year, I guess. Yet not a single pair of hands has given me warmth of those of a mother. Mother, are you there? I am not innocent, yet my hand contains those blood seeped inside my soul. My finger laced around the cold iron walls of the frost mourning halls. Everything could be heard from mourn to anger, yet here I am changed with fate itself. Here I am to rot with the miser I befall on myself. Break one advantage and give life to another. Here I am, break these gate. Yet, with all these murders I've been convicted of, I will not leave until this soul has left me empty. These tears of other won’t be heard, but I enable them to seep inside my frost heart. I won't allow it until this day ends, maybe it is time. Free me from this guilt, burn these scar I carry on with my life.

                         Moments seem to pass in an instant, but I'm out of the sinner’s land. Mist damped the sea with tears, nothing has changed. Chill burns with the morning, rips the warmth off the pale lamps of streets. While days could go by, no one would understand. I am a criminal, these blood tied chains has been released, yet I will not move on. Here I am, with a cold fog, damping the moist thick air, but no one is here to pick me up. Mother, isn't here anymore. Till mother comes and pick me up, I will be long gone. The young innocent child she had is lost between countless bloodshed. All for what price, to never see mother again, even in the next world. I am a restless undead. These chains have never bounded my hands tighter than it should have been. These hands have caused tears and fear throughout one’s mind before. Where is she? Up there, but here I am. Stuck, the restless with emotions fading as day passed. All under the names of murder, if only a mist should be cleared wills a sunny day appear before me. Yet under the names of sun, there is always that tint of shadow behind.

 

                                   Pale white check, had never bared their skin deep. Eyes have never been covered with a shadowy outline. My name is no other then Ethan. Shall I abandoned this name with a new beginning, but under this name hides the deep shadows of luck under it. The name that mother gave me perhaps. With this luck will the bloodshed begin again? No, I tell myself. As if one could understand, the mist that burns the heat off your lung flares. These pathways has never changed, they all lead the same way. Still as if it was yesterday, I could remember where mother would greet me, but she isn't here. The humid air that surround me, has urge me to trace my steps back there, but the use are zero. Mother's love, was a god blessing, but yet I can't reach there anymore. It’s been a while, I want to reach your doorstep, mother. Yet, the only one who can forgive me is you, and I am the one who lost you, mother will you be the one who doesn't forgive me this time? Where is home, when it is without you?

 

                        Walking into the door of memories, halls of a family, I can imagine a younger version of myself soaking into your arms, embracing you as if you were the only thing I have. Father, where is he? Long gone, but my mind just played tricks on me when I was young. What did mother do? To tell a tainted lie in my head, I was clueless only to embrace ones love. I was ruined, I didn't recognized what I had, but she will forgive me, right? I am her child; she loves me, doesn't she? Yes, I tell myself. Still as if it was yesterday, I sit near the fire place, setting it upon I can feel the heat arising. Still dusty, it hadn't changed. Only pain could be seen through the wood, pure hearts being tore apart. It hadn't changed, mother. Tears don't stain my checks, but the fire that burnt her memories of torture to me. I want to get away, but I know she would always be with me in my heart, even to taunt me. My hands are tainted still with blood that can't be washed, but tainted to the mere soul. Mother, I can feel her warmth, but she is no longer here. "Mother," The fire that danced around with a blazed light, as my voice creeks just to whisper names.  Warmth, carry throughout the wood.

 

                        Taking a step backwards, the woods blazed with heat. Knowing that, mother warmth would be carried here, I waited. Poking on to the fire aimlessly, it set a trail of memories when we would all gather around here. The air thickens, barely breathable, my mind fazed with memories, even as the wooden stick had nearly been burnt. Inhaling became difficult, my body stiffens to the scent, but I wouldn’t dare to move. Would I choose to die or would I choose to move on? With a deep breath, I let the ties cut between us, it was just a matter of time till it gets to me. When the fire reached the ceiling, I left it unattended. It was like flipping a coin, either god will give me a choice to live or either I will befall the fate that I deserve. Mother, I’m sure by bestowing you this death, knowing I solely, belong to you. I love you, mom.

                        Moments passed, as I noticed my eyes shutting tight, but in the dark fog there would be no one there. The chances of saving a hopeless one like me would be less than rare, but all I could do is sit and pray as sparks hit against my pale skin, causing everlasting marks. Tainting my own body, I had no hope. This is my gift to you, mother. The fire encircles me as it is ready to devour me from every side. Trembling, I know this was the reason I came back here, to die with mother’s memories engraved to death with me. Put my head on a stick, just to be with you, mother. Maybe we are going to meet in the next world, or maybe not. Taking a deep breath, my mind hazed as the fumes grew. “Mother, I hope to see you soon,” the boy smiled, as his mind shut down from the fumes, collapsing to the floor as if he was nothing more than a domino.

 

                        Watching the sun barely above me, my eyes paused; confused my mind, but I could only stare endlessly at the horizon. Was I dead? To my reply, a man had taken a seat next to me. I look up, as his eyes watched me, the man just touched his hat and pulled it down. “Hey,” he said, knowing I was awake with my mind cleared. Eyes just turned to gaze at him, yet I could barely mutter a word. “Be grateful,” he said to me, as I just lowered my eyes. I just stared back at the horizon, mother you have forgiven me. “Yeah, thanks.” My eyes watch the older man; he was most likely my savior. He just snickered, but all he did was leave the next moment. Taking a deep breath, frustration took me to a whole new level, but mother has already shown me. Eyes begin to wet, but my lips held a smile on it. Embracing myself, I probably looked like a mad man, but if you thought about it. I’m enlighten, when death strike I think I will be prepared.