Ten Things One Thing || Aaron Burr

NUMBER TEN PACES FIRE

So I know I'm stupid behind on this but lol.

One more part after this and then it's done!!!!!

Day Ten:

I stopped crying this morning when my tears finally went dry.

My intention, of course, I haven't had any water for 20 hours or so.

Now I can only sit in my room, my daughter pleading for me to come out, and watch the wall.

You don't deserve to live, my head whispers.

I know. But I'm too scared to kill myself. I don't want it to hurt.

Do you think Alex had a choice whether it hurt or not?

I know, I know! But... still.

Coward.

I'm sorry. I know I'm a failure.

No. Not a failure. But a disappointment. There's a difference, idiot boy.

Okay.

I probably shouldn't let my head tell me things like this but it's not wrong.

So I sit with my thoughts.

And bend knives and metal spoons and break anything wooden or small enough to fit it my hand.
I picked the paint off of my music box.

I broke a violin.

I'm a broken lightbulb!
No use!
Stomped on and thrown away!

And when I accidentally cut (kill) a kid I am looked at with even more hate, when I used to be thing people looked to.

Month Ten:

I managed one smile today.
One for the first time in ten months.
But only because today I bought a house in Louisiana, a mile from the coast and warm and nice.

This will be a good place.
Somewhere away from my demons up North.

There are many kids in the town nearby. I can appreciate that, they have a certain level of innocence that is refreshing.
Lots of people say they hate kids, even though we all were one and we are all new to the life we are living, every day.

Everyone is as lost as anyone because no man, no matter how great, can know his destiny.

Alex and I learned that the hard way.
America is learning.
We all are.

There could have been a certain level of understanding between us all, but instead we shoot each other and aim to negate opinions that don't concur with our own.

And it goes for all sides, no matter what.

Good people would see the darker brought to light.
Worse people would find the light brought to dark.

And sometimes there are the outliers, the rare outliers worth living for, who would rather just let shit be, that make life a little easier than we have all manipulated it to be.

But anyways, yeah. I like kids a lot.

That banister needs replacing...

My maid slaps the old bannister.

"This place is lovely, Mr. Burr!"

I eyes the already unstabe banister.

"That, is mahogany!"

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One year ago my daughter left me.
Ten years ago, my best friend.

And now I realize that I hate myself.
Even though I cannot seem to end.

Gosh darn it I really just wish for peace, not sleep, just a never ending dark.

And then again, I really do not mind you looking over me, I just wish you would stop reading me over and over again!

Let

Me

Go!

Fin.

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Hedwig649

Hi guys...
This is so late!

Last part coming soon.
Love ya!