Waiting (A tale from inside a damaged mind)

 

Waiting (A tale from inside a damaged mind) 

 

Staring out of the window, like he had every night for the last month, waiting for them to come home, even though he knew that was never going to happen. No-one ever came back to him, yet every time it happened he continued to stare out of the window, and stare. Firstly, they began to tell him lies. Then came the stealing his money, a little at a time to start with but it gradually increased but still he let it go. He let it go until they started cheating on him but, still, he thought that they would change. He did not even understand why it kept happening. He always tried his hardest. He showered them with gifts, he made sure they always had food, and clean clothes, but it was never enough.  

One day, he would be able to stop it. Maybe one day the one, honest, person he had always dreamed off would come into his life. Yet, until that day came, he just knew that each, and every one of them, would have to die. 

 

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