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I would love to scream

Shadows, darkness, thunderstorms, it was raining. A person emerges from the background. She swings, she stumbles. Your head hangs on your shoulders. She etches away. Their legs have long since stopped walking, but the person's mind won't stop.
A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the narrow alley.
A tattered cloak, this person is wearing. His body has cuts. He is bleeding. Not a piece of skin that is still injury-free. His right hand is clenched in a fist. In his left he is holding something.
It flashes and thunders on. The narrow alley is lit up again and again by lightning and reveals something that could no longer be alive. But it stands and it works.
The shape goes on and on and doesn't even think about stopping life. There is a branch on the ground. He falls. In Zeitluppe, his face turns on its side before he hits the floor with his stomach and flies up again briefly.The blow was hard.
And again a flash of lightning clears the way for a little glimpse.
His face. Covered with blood. It's hard to see the eyes. They are closed. He lays and he doesn't stir.
Another lightning bolt.
He moves. He opens his eyes. they are red. a deeper red than his own blood. They show no life. They show pure hatred. No joy no love.
He pushes himself up with his hands. He turns his head towards the gray asphalt. And gets on his knees. He sits. Sits on his knees and holds his face up. He stares at the sky covered with gray rain clouds.
His mouth opens. He closes his eyes and his face wears away. To what? He tries to scream. No sound comes out, no. Only blood flows out in rivers.
His head turns towards the asphalt. It flows on the floor. He opens his eyes and pushes himself back up.
No feeling. No sign of pain. It seems as if he is dead. And again he is standing, only wobbly, but he is standing and he is walking on.In the distance you can see the sea. In front of it is a hill with a steep cliff. The sea is choppy and it storms and screams.
Further this person walks their path endlessly. No hold, no weakness. His left, with what he holds in it, presses itself more and more together. The object flashes briefly before it goes out again.
Only a few meters to this cliff. Lightning strikes the rock. It should tear, it should bend and sink into the sea.
This person thought about it. Not good thoughts. it arose asking a lot of questions. No sound, no pain, no feeling and no more life in these thoughts:

/Why ?.....Why did it have to happen? Why me
Why did you have to go Why in this monent?
Why did you leave me alone Why don't you take care of me anymore
Has that always been the intention?
Why ..... Why did you hurt me so and especially ..... Why in this difficult time?
Do you like to see how I am tormented? #
Do you like to see how I lose?Do you like to see how ..... DIE? .....
ANSWER ME FELLIGST !!!!!

He tried to scream. It did not work. So he screamed these thoughts.
He pressed his left fist harder and harder. Getting harder and harder. Without break.
It was only a few meters to the cliff. He left the asphalt and stepped onto the stone bench, brown and slippery ground. And went on and on. He fell one more time. This time his head turned too slowly. He fell into the mud, nose first. She broke. A crack was listening but not a painful scream. No.
Silence.
But it didn't matter. A bone more or less broken. Who cares.
And again he pushed himself up, but only on his knees and hands and crawled on. His hands got more and more cracks from the stone and the modder turned red with his blood.
But he was alive. Or was he already dead? No, even if there was no longer any feeling or life in his eyes. He still had to live.It doesn't work without life. Or is it just the sheer hatred that drives him forward.
He had arrived. Arrived at the end of the cliff. With one last effort, he pushed himself to a stand. Rather in the crook. Because his shoulders were broken. There was nothing left in this body that was NOTHING alive.

/ You hate what you wanted !! I'm dying! Isn't that what you always wanted? And I thought you were my friend How one could be mistaken. If not, you wouldn't have left me or given me HIS claws.
TRAITOR! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU THAT !!!! /

And again he shouted these thoughts. His mouth was open and the blood continued to flow out. He looked out to sea. His eyes were cloudy and he could no longer see properly. He closed his eyes, for missterious object still clutched with his left hand. Then he read his way forward. He a lot. Much to the pointed stones that were under him. He was still flying.
He wanted to die. That was clear.But why? Why does a person just let himself fall off a cliff? Why?
The object flashed again. But this time it didn't stop. A red beam came out and enveloped the human in a red bubble. This was placed around him protectively. He heard a high-pitched scream. No. Not a man, an animal. He was like that.
The bubble hit the stones but didn't burst. No. It ricocheted. And flew into the sea and sank.
For a short time there was still a glow from the depths to be heard, until it completely disappeared. There was no more listening. The thunderstorm was over and the night was calm and warm again. Nothing showed what just happened here. Nobody knows. It seems as if it was the hatred that called the thunderstorm and that this shine, brighter than the sun and red together with the scream, had dissolved again.
Time passed and many puzzles remained.
What was that glow?
What happened?
Who was the boyAnd is he still alive?

It was day and .....

That was it. We'll go on soon. Please write me clerks !!!!