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Darkness.

First light, then total black. Ironic; On the 7th Day God created light. On the 8th, he took it away.

The pathways I walk along used to be full of commuters, parents taking their young to the local primary school. I now am the only soul that strides along this once familiar land. The earth crumbles as my boots hit the brittle rock. The only light lighting my path is now to my east. A humble star still shining. It's warmth would reach me if it wasn't for the miles of blood stained clouds that hung above me; like a constant reminder of the slaughter that occurred in Gods heavens. We could have stopped it.

After a mile of trekking, I reach my destination. This hill, used to be 'her' favourite place. We'd sit, amongst the long flowing grass and watch the sunlight fade. I approach the edge of the hill, and look out towards the vast emptiness that now covers the world. Loneliness is an emotion I no longer fear nor feel. I out stretch my hands, in the hope of feeling the subtle touch of overgrown meadow grass. For a second I close my eyes and picture 'her' sat beside me; pulling the grass out of the ground, and letting the blades float away with the summer breeze. I smile at the thought of her being happy, joking, laughing. I open my eyes. Death. Death is all around me. No smiles. No girl. I am alone.

The light in the sky is spreading further to the west. The moon, I presume, will slowly follow it's leader and stand watch during the night. I no longer know if the moon is stood behind the haunting clouds, it's light no longer radiating through to the earth below. Just the thought of the moon looking over me as I sleep was reassuring. With this thought, I stand up, and start making the 15 minute trek to my home. Let me rephrase that. The 15 minute trek to my shelter.

Why did we ever let the world get like this. God looked down on us in despair as we destroyed his creation. Maybe his lack of pride in us led to the slaughter in the high heavens. 'She' couldn't take it. A devout Christian since birth, her faith was too strong to see the blood fall. The crimson tears fell upon us all. Only few could wash the stains away.

It was too much for 'her'. She was never strong hearted. After the shock of seeing her Creator, her Father, her Faith destroyed; the pain was too much. She found relief in a blade.

I stumble across the building I once called home. A semi-detached three bed roomed house in the middle of suburbia. That was 5 years ago. Now the brick work is crumbling, with piles of bricks where walls used to be. The roof collapsed not long ago, giving me a front seat view of the murderous scene above.

I crawl my way into the shelter. The memories I had in this house always overwhelm me. I now am the only occupant to this once haven. A tear rolls down my scarred face. How many more days of this can I take? For five years I have fought, struggled, wished, prayed and hoped that relief would come. I did not turn my back on God, like he did upon me. My legs tremble, and my knees hit the earth. The tears start rolling freely now, cleansing my face for the first time in years. I put my bony hands on the ground to steady myself. My fingers stroke something cold.

A blade.

I pick the steel knife in my right hand. Looking into the mirrored surface, I see 'her'. Her face smiles at me through the cold metal. She is stood behind me, laughing at me, mocking me. I see a glimmer of my own face in the blade. I am horrified to see the eyes that are looking back at me. Black with fear they haunt me. Looking back at 'her' I stand. I hold my saviour at arms reach and laugh. Thrusting the metal into my chest, I fall.

I am death's only servant.

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