Hopeless Light

my only explanation is my writing prompt and "church grims" (Google it)

Prompt: Kill, habit, black

No.

He...he didn't. He wouldn't do this...I know I said some things I shouldn't have. I know I let my stupid, big mouth run so fast, so far, so many years of whining and being a smart aleck that finally caught me up and swallowed me. I know, I should not have said those words to my friend, but I...I just...I couldn't help myself. I...my head...the words. They started coming. They didn't stop until he had hefted himself up from his chair to come after me, his face twisted into a snarl as he chased me through the house in an almost drunken rage.

He shouldn't have been doing that.

I shouldn't have been mouthing off.

The...the lamp... He raised it over his head and smashed it in half, the glass shattering, my heart, my hope going with it. The glass, how it glittered in the light of dusk as the sun set near the window. The shine of the reflected light as he growled, his teeth bared, his eyes filled with burning fury. His unforgiving look as he raised the lamp once more, the sharpest part glimmering in the light, and how he ignored my sudden screech. How I felt a sudden, horrible, burning, spreading pain in my chest.

How I woke up in an empty cemetery, my head throbbing, the light of weak stars shining right through my ghastly pale form.

Another screech erupted from my throat as I leaped back.

typically I do not post stories until they're done and this is not so read at your own risk