The Fall of a Hero

The cycle begins. Rays of sunlight rising from the east peel back the serene serotonin induced slumber which curtains the dormant mind. Neurons fire, eyelids open and the very first glimpses of morning are received by the conscious mind of a seventeen year old girl named Faith.

There had always been something fantastical about morning that captivated Faith’s curiosity; the death of a temporary awareness giving way to the birth of another, as if the world itself were starting over from a momentary lapse of rest. However, the thoughts will soon ferment and lose their place in time, soon to be forgotten.

It’s strange how the world has the ability to change in the span of an instant. What was once good is now bad and was right is now wrong as the painful realization creeps over her and the saline sadness trickles down her face. A wry smile forms as the memories of a time where the villain was a scoundrel and the hero was a god flash within her ambivalent mind.

A man of the cloth is a man of the cloth but a rapist is a criminal. No leather bound confines for her bleeding, straying mind. No mentor there to quell the burning questions that she’d find as she searches for an answer or a hope she can believe, but the world is dark and cold and the cycle ends abruptly with a premature blast at noon.