Displacement.No. There's no way this could possibly be happening. He can't be gone too. Dad and Grandma already left. I'm not being left behind by Grandpa too.
Luke grabbed a few things from his locker, gave his sister a hug, and left the school in the truck with his mother. He started to ask why she was crying. He didn't know what was going on; he could only assume that someone else had died. She wouldn't answer him. They pulled up to Kristy's where they had been staying while their apartment was being bug-bombed.
As they parked, his mom asked to borrow his cell phone. He gladly handed it to her, not realizing what was about to happen. She quickly took the back cover off and popped the battery out. His mother handed him the now useless phone, while dropping the battery into her purse. Luke didn't understand. His confusion came to a screeching halt when they got out of the truck and walked around back. There, he saw the car packed with ma
In a world of darkness,
He finds an escape in the night,
This one place in which he cherishes as light.
So as the shroud of night surrounds him,
He will not fear,
He knew his fate before it grew near.
This is not the darkness that comes from all the world and its crimes,
But a whispering wind,
waving through the chimes.
It's a beautiful flower blooming in the moon's brightness,
A feather gracefully floating with all its lightness.
It is his escape.
His never-ending night.