The weather was mercilessly hot that night. The moon provided it radiance over the land. In a house surrounded by peace and tranquility laid someone on his bed. Though the darkness was around him, the moonlight escaped the windows to shed some light into his room. He laid still on his bed looking up at the ceiling. With the faint light, he could make out the ceiling and the light that was now turned off. He didnt dare move as that would just aggravate his injured right leg. An injury he suffered from an incident months ago. Not seeking immediate medical expertise only prolonged his pain until now. He would see a doctor, but the pain was a sensation that he enojyed from time to time. Something to divert his focus away, away from the things he hated to keep in his mind. At some point in time he thought that it had gone away. But ever so often, it would return to haunt him, to drown him in guilt. The thought of making another suffer, of having caused another pain and sorrow even if he didn't mean to do so. Just the very thought of knowing he was the root of it thrown him into a world of torture - one that he had been to before in the past and he'd never want to return again. That's why he needed the injury. A piercing pain to end his thoughts and to bring him back to reality, at least the less bitter part of it. Pain was the cure for him but it wasn't a permenant one. Just a temporary relief and then the real pain returned. Somehow, he knew that it would continue to come back though countless attempts were tested to disprove that. He acknowledged that the thoughts would be a part of his life like a thorn in his flesh. There was a way though to release him from it. Unfortunately, it would hurt him so much to do so. To tear his own flesh and remove the thorn forever. He would have gotten rid of it forever but a permenant scar would exist as a reminder. A memory of the past. Just another chapter in his life written off.
Should he remove the thorn?
Should he remove the thorn?
