Ch. 3 Internal bleeding

His eyes are blue as sky yet lately there is a deadness in them, as if to say his gaze could kill all who deserved to be penetrated by his cold stare. He's been on his pilgrimage for a year now and he feels like he knows nothing of what he set out to learn. The hero's goals were noble to begin with. He may not be as kindred as he was before but he still wishes to free himself from the shackles of his own subconscious and be one with himself and help all those who feel just like him. He wanted to be nice, he honestly tried to be someone whom everyone loved, but many took advantage of this naïveté. Each time someone betrayed him it felt like a dagger in his very soul. Scarring him and twisting his feelings and beliefs more and more each time. He eventually stopped wanting to be loved by his people and decided if they would never accept him then he would forever be alone and he gave up on finding love and happiness from within other individuals. Unfortunately for our hero, loneliness is a pain that can only be rivaled by betrayal and heartbreak. His heart has felt strange ever since the woman he lovED left. He's felt like his insides are rotting. The love turned to heart ache. He tried it all but he can't stop this metaphorical internal bleeding. His heart is leaking and from that wound is where his very essence is seeping out. The kindred spirit became the embodiment of Rage. The troubled boy is now an angry and hurt man. He thinks to himself, "why should I care? Why should it be me who has to save them? They didn't care when I needed them." Little does our hero know, the loneliness, pain, and rage he's built up over time is the source of his power. All the people who wronged him have helped to create the person he's become; An angry, rage filled man hell bent on making sure everyone gets what they honestly deserve. The people he's met and the places he's been are all what made him the man he so proudly is. So remember when you look into those cold piercing blue eyes that behind all that hate, sadness, and pain is a glimmer of something bright... Something bright? Deep down in those eyes something familiar grows, something people haven't seen in his eyes in years..         Hope

A break from the story....

Hey guys i know it's been awhile but trust me when I say I've been writing a lot of different entries in our heroes story which I'll be sharing soon

I want to clear one thing up. Just because I refer to him as a hero doesn't make him right. I wouldn't want anyone to look up to him EXCEPT those who have felt what he feels in my stories, the people who are struggling. I'm not saying that all those who feel the way he feels should resort to the methods he uses, but I am saying it helps. That's why I call him a hero, because everyday for the last few months I had been battling depression... Then one day The hero emerged and continues to save my life everyday. These stories are all true and they are the only events of this life worth telling. Again I say it, they may not be the best methods but they do ease the pain that is known as reality