It was an obsession

 I'm trying out this new blog, it may not be perfect nd well set up but I tried and I just wanted to get my idea out there and keep you guys ahead of the chapters I'm working on.

Here it is, its called Its was an obsession 

It was an obsession

The splash of the raindrops on the tinted window is like the ticking sound of a clock, the countdown begins. Outside of the window are flashing lights that can't be discerned, it's blurry and I can't see. Its so colorful like a rainbow but I know it's not because the pitter patter on the window tells me the rain has not stopped. The lightning and the thunder of the black rain clouds rolled throughout the sky, it seems as if Zeus is giving his judgement to the sinners.

The clouds cast shadows upon those dwelling below, allowing them no light, the lamp posts have stopped working but more specifically they have begun flickering as if their times are soon  up. The rain beats on those of mother nature , some are enjoying their bath while others are grateful for their thirst to be quenched. The little ones can't take it, it buries them under the flood of the water. The howling of the wind sounds like a wolf crying for help. The trees sway, rocking from side to side as if they are dancing, the little ones are uprooted, flying away probably never to be seen again. 

Houses have lost their source of light, only relying on candles for light and safety against the darkness and ultimately feeling content. Among those houses that are parallel to each other there is always an odd one out. The darkness and eeriness seems to have engulfed and swallowed this one that it almost seems like God wants to punish this house or more like the people dwelling in the abode. The clouds, thick as a cotton and black as the onyx stone set aside for the children to play with, create an overcast shadow that if one were to take a stroll they would not be able to discern the house that has seemed to blend in with the darkness.

Screams and shouts were the only noise that was made in the house but now it seems as if silence was demanded, so quiet it's like its been abandoned , in the midst if the darkness and silence there lay a boy, his hair black as a raven disheveled, his clothes looks worse than rags, his skin littered with bruises and scars, his face that was supposed to be filled with youth of a ten(10) year old boy is sunken. Suddenly the ticking of the clock can be heard; finally, the image of the boy came into being. He laid on a carpet looking like a lifeless doll among his many bruises, some are old and some fresh that haven't been properly taken care of.

The blood, that has spilled, on his face and body is dried up, even though it may look uncomfortable to stay in such a state the boy refuses to to get up but looking much closer he seems reluctant or simply afraid that if he did his torture would start over once more. The boy's back that was originally facing the ground has now turned, his lips are moving murmuring and making inaudible words slowly turned into a whisper, his face was turned to look at another boy that had his curiosity peaked and took a step forward, albeit to his curiosity he's scared, step by step he slowly walked over and crouched down to the whispering boy to hear more clearly. The boy on the floor opened his mouth and said........

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Aloise opened his eyes in fright, and cold sweat, but immediately squinted them to get used to the sun's rays that were invading into the dark environment. He sat up slowly and brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in his legs. The hands that were laying limp at his side went to slowly rub his temples, he sighed and said "That dream again".