Page 94 of Pride
He will become the law.
The crimes he witnessed as a kid,
will be avenged when he lifts that lid,
on the box they tried to keep hidden.
The life that was forbidden.
Because sins can’t be washed away.
They always come back to haunt you some day.
And for him, that day was now.
He was older.
And stronger.
And wiser.
And wow.
He tells his father, “You can’t beat me now.
I tower over you.
I’m more aggressive, too.”
See, that’s what happens after years of abuse.
But you don’t care, you’re too fucking obtuse,
to see what you have done.
That the monster you created has already won.”
I felt sick when I saw the headline for Sirius Bell’s murder flash onto the wall behind him. And I expected to see the one for Stephen Gold, too, but it didn’t appear.
Was he outing himself in plain sight?
Showing the world who he was without coming out and saying it. The crowd applauded his words. Not realising who he really was. And he was lapping it up, holding his arms up as he said,
“Arran was a tortured man.
But his demons were unleashed.
And the voices in his head,
were proud of the beast who trampled on the dead.”
Eventually, the room fell silent, and the heartbeat from the beginning began to echo through the room again. S.K.A.M. moved back and sat on the gurney before addressing the crowd.
“They say try to leave the world a better place than you found it.
Life’s a journey, after all.
None of us survive the fall.
