Chapter 2: Breaking Will
The room is day as its many night later from which Meta spoke to his sister, the tortured soul is restless in his sleep waking up violently from the nightmare spawned from his guilt, grief, frustration, and despair. Breathing heavily gasping for air siting over the side of his bed as the sweat drips down from his face Meta clutches his fist holding it to his heart, in a vain attempt to keep it from shaking, repeating a certain phrase to him self. "That the world may peace that the world may peace that the world may peace that the world may peace that the world may peace..!!!" Tears form in his eyes a he continue to repeat this to him self slipping to his knees from his bed to the cold wood floor the tormented mans twisted soul and nearly broken mind is on the verge of madness close to giving him self to such promises of relief of his pain. His inner and outer struggle to have almost no one to console him to have no man nor woman he cares deeply for standing beside him to be alone once again its maddening to have such humanity is a hell of its own being a small form of emotional torture, to kknow the wrong one has done to know what to do to change and fix it but forced to wait and wait and wait with nothing but a false sense of hope of being wrong of his fears being nothing but a fabrication of his imagination. Yet the overwhelming sense of dread that he is alone is far to great that strong overpowering sense of helplessness of weakness feeling it for the first time in a long time it disgusted Meta. He slowly tries to rise to his feet only to fail having no strength as it was sucked away from him. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as the tears break from his will as a person was shattering his desperation slowly taking hold and one can only wonder if his world may one day know peace.