The Promise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


“goodnight.” the young boy whispers, admiring the small infant resting peacefully in the cradle.

Submitted: May 07, 2018

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“Goodnight,” The young boy whispers, admiring the small infant resting peacefully in the cradle. The boy watched the infant with wonder and awe. Fuzzy brown hair covered his small round head, his chubby hand wrapped tightly around his finger. He soon made up his mind, as he watched him sleeping, he would never let anyone hurt him. As his big brother, he swore he would always protect him. A feeling of joy and terror crossed at the thought of him growing up, and living in the world. Knowing that pain was inevitable and it was impossible to keep him safe. On that night, as the rain fell, covering the ground in a moist dew, he made a promise…

As he lay on the ground, warm blood dripping from his face, he was brought back to that night. Leaning over his brothers body, he gripped his neck checking for a pulse. Nothing. He rests his head down, positioning himself next to his brother. He stared at the body lying next to him, he was all grown up. His one bald head, was now covered with thick locks of dark brown hair, and that hands that used to fit in his palm were calloused, and rough, and much to big to fit in his. The face of his baby brother staring back at him, his eyes a painful reminder. Blood seeped through his clothes, the light gone from his one bright green eyes. The man he had grown to be, and yet he saw the face of innocents. Innocents he tried so hard to protect.

He held on tightly to the gaping hole in his abdomen, the warm blood dripping onto the ground below. He hardly felt anything, but that was not what was killing him. Tears came to his eyes, as he watched his brother’s body sprawled across the blood stained dirt. He broke his promise. He couldn’t protect him….that pain was unbearable, coursing though his veins, swallowing him up… drowning him. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, as he took his hand, their finger intertwined. Turning his gaze to his brother’s cold, lifeless body, he smiles. A weak, broken smile. Not that of joy, but of pain. One final smile, to a world that had been so cruel, and with his final breath he whispered, “Goodnight.”

 

 


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