Billy
There on purgatory were two sides.It was gloomy on purgatory.This was heaven and hell at war.The angelic creatures trying to guard us.The creatures of the night trying to slaughter us.The rain was at war with the sun.Therefore, it was a war of weathers.The only people who were suffering were us-the humans.
The rain rained.The sun shined.The lightning struck.The waves of heat waved.In Wonderland, that happened.The sun never shined.The rain never rained.The lightning never struck.The waves of heat never waved.The clouds appeared. They formed above our heads, colored different shades of grey.I have never seen a white fluffy cloud.Sadly they only exist in books.
Little girls and little boys don’t play with each other.The rain plays with them, unfortunately.It plays games with their heads.Not at daytime but night.The night is full of death.Dreams turn into nightmares.Nightmares are the netherworld taking over the soul.If you make it through the night; the sun had you.It has had me for ages.My brother was taken in the night by the rain.The rain rained one night and took him.The wind summoned him outside.
“Billy”, moaned the wind.He staggered outside.The rain rained.His body froze.The lightning struck.The night creatures rise.His arms turn purple, then his legs.His body is fully purple.Green warts start to rise on his skin.His eyes turn red.His head slowly lifts up.The body is now cursed.A creature of the night.
The children die in the village because of the wind.The wind is human.The human is cursed.The cursed human is me.A night creature.
The rain rained.The sun shined.The children died.
