A New Life (Part 1)
#7 of A New Life
The alure of the clear blue sky was a sight to behold. His nostrils flared slight...
The alure of the clear blue sky was a sight to behold. His nostrils flared slightly as he caught the scent of the fragrent, clean air. Tears welled in his eyes as he took in the beautaeus clearing of never-ending green with his glimmering blue eyes. Green... The image flicked, slightly. Shaking his head out of frustration, he continued to gaze off into the horizon, mezmorized. He stepped forward, his cloven foot landing soundlessly in the soft grass. Reaching a hand forward, he was no longer able to keep the tears from running freely down his cheeks.
He struggled to hold on as the peaceful world flickered, violently this time. The world seemed to split in half and crumble into nothing before his very eyes. He was soon left with nothing but the far-off sound of traffic and the dripping of water from some unknown source.
Slowly, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. His hands gripped both sides of the sink that stood in front of him as he gazed into the mirror. "Freak," was all the poor sould could word in his mind, glaring at the reflection that stood before him. Roaring, he took his fist into the glass, shattering it into a torrent of fragments.
Panting, he stood alone in the darkness. It enshrouded him like a blanket of sorrows. Collecting himself, he fumbled for the door and stumbled into the night. A light shined from a post above while the rest of the alleyway lay eshrouded in that same blanket. Pulling the hood of his jacket over his head, he succeeded in hiding his face from the moonlight, but failed to keep the long horns that extended from either side of his head from peeking out
With a sigh, he stuck his oversized hands into his pockets and tread down the cement street. He continued walking, turning out from everything but his own thoughts. He was not for this place. He was simply an outcast. Looked down on by the entire society as a monster. He was hated. Loathed by the only ones he ever sought to call family.
He hated them all too. Too compulsed in their own ignorance to see how hypocritical they lived. He used to hope the would see, but that was a dream of the past.
Sighing internally, he looked around to find that he had found his way into the city's worthless excuse of a park. Brande... "It's a fitting name," he mused to himself as he slowly sat on a nearby wooden bench, causing it to groan under his weight. Brande looked around to see the area was cojmpletely deserted. He smiled slightly and laid on his side, staring into nothing. Soon his addled mind faded and he drifted off into a dark, dreamless sleep.