A New Beginning...?
He had felt it building for months before now, but it suddenly felt so real. The rope around his throat. One paw clenched tightly around the knot, the other hopelessly by his side, unable to do more than quiver. The iridescent tears soaked his fur and stung his bloodshot eyes, the chair which supported his frame shook as his weary legs almost gave way time and again. Images floated around his head, memories of loss, of hatred, lust, agony, and every other emotion that had ravaged his already beaten heart over the past year.
He slowly raised his ragged head, his eyes followed suit, and they rested somewhere he could not see, yet longed so dearly to reach. And then time began to slow as his tears faded. It fell to a trickle only when his leg moved from under him, slowly yet purposefully. And as the chair toppled from under his worn feet he barely felt the tightening of the rope. The eyes were closed on this soul so desperate, and he felt free. Not happy... But free...
His mind was blank by the time they burst through the door...
Hello everybody. I have written up the introduction to a re-make I am wanting to do about a story someone very dear to me wrote. If I get interest, I will continue tonight, but please feel free for suggestions.
Bear