Chronicle III

I saw the look in your eyes. You weren't going to listen to anything I said. You thought you knew what you were doing the whole time.

You never thought about it. You never stopped to consider the aftermath. You never had the foresight to determine what your actions would do for you or anyone else. You always just did what you thought was needed to be done.

I tried to talk to you. I did. I tried to bring out what you were thinking. I tried to warn you what would happen. Just like all those other times, it didn't matter. Except, this time, I was on the end of your tirade.

I told you that I loved you. I told you that what you were thinking was ridiculous. I tried so hard to convince you but it didn't matter. You thought you knew what you had to do. Well, I did what I knew I had to do.

It wasn't as quick as I thought it would be. What lasted a minute felt like hours. I didn't want to do it, I had to. I had to try and stop you. It's not that often a gun gets pointed to my head.

After that minute of grabbing you and falling to the ground it happened. You got back up and I stayed down. The next minute or two felt like hours as I laid there and floated out of consciousness.

I felt the bullet rip through me. I felt my skin and organs tear apart to give it passage. I even felt it leave me and the blood start to trickle out of me like the water did in that little stream we used to visit. Time slowed to an almost standstill as I felt it all happen. Like time from the more innocent years that had passed so long ago.

I fought with my eyes as they tried to roll up into my head. I tried to focus on you but all that was left was a silhouette of the person I had loved unconditionally. You stood there and watched, the gun hanging from your fingers as you started to realize what had happened.

The next time I would see you would be from over your shoulder. You never knew I was there but I would try to let you know. No matter what I would do there was never a response. You never knew I was there or you didn't want me to know.

I would follow you and watch over you until that day. They say every dog has it's day and yours came sooner than you had hoped. They had found you and made you do your time. They gave you 25 years to sit in your cell and think about what you had done before they would walk you down that hallway to your destination.

It was then that you saw me. After they pulled that needle out of your arm. You cried and said my name in that barren and cold little room. The priest outside of the room could hear you. He prayed for you there. Even though you had denied him and renounced your faith.

You said my name in that simple and loving way with tears flowing down your cheeks. You looked up and tried to fight off the poison that was flowing through you. You tried so hard. And then your head hung low and the tears dripped off your face and to your lap.

I never saw you after that. I guess you went to a place other than where I was. I know why but I wish I didn't. You killed me in a fit of rage. You took away something without realizing what it was until it was gone.

I still roam occasionally. Hoping that I might run into you on this plane. It's not often that I see anyone. I guess in time it will come about. Time is all we have now.