Shot Through the Heart ● [Kiah]

Boy if you don’t go to bed no, I will get Stallion after you! Yeah that’s right Stallion! Stallion knows that he is treated as the big bad wolf. Parents frighted their children with his name, but does it faze him? No. He is used to it, and personally he believes he deserves it after all these years, after everything he has put people through. His mind goes back to all those people that had died because of him. They had rather died then risk him dying. It made Stallions cold heart break. Shatter. The san in which he walks up on sinks under his weight. He wants to forget his past. Wants to move on. But he knows he never will be able to, After all, how can you move on knowing you are the reason of so much death… so much death, of the people you cared about, leaving you cold, and unwanted, a piece of junk that has been used and thrown away?

The sand tries to squeeze in between Stallion toes, searching for gaps where they can discreetly fit in, making it uncomfortable for him. Stallion wished he could just bury the guy that was him, he wished he could start over knew. He had been young, and had thought he could take over the world, he had never thought of the consequences… But as time goes on, he wishes he was not the person he is. He wishes he was not this person who is always filled with rage, who feels nothing when he takes candy from a child then who cries begs for it back. He is numb to others feeling. All he knows is that he has this rage that needs to come out, but what has started this rage>? Guilt he tells himself. regret… He had never thought that all of the things he has done in his life would ever catch up to him, he used to think he was invicible. Well tha back fired…

The sun was peeking over the ocean, by this time of the morning, seeing what the world had in store for it today, while the stars went to hide. Where did the stars go when the sun came up? Did they get the chance to start over knew every night? Stallion could feel the usual anger burn up inside him. He warmed him up on the inside, a comforting warmth, a warmth that spread through each of his limbs, filling him with anger. But where had this rage come from? What had sprung it to make him feel this way? Stallion looked out into the ocean his rage boiling over time, the waters were calm. Like before a storm.