He May Be out of His Mind

When I was little, my dad always told me that there were higher beings. He wasn't a religious man, he never was and, I believe, he didn't give a damn about religion to the very end. But he did believe in something.

Spirits, souls, ghosts,

Angels.

To tell the truth, I was never sure if I believed him. The stories he came up with always brought a smile to my tiny face, but I never considered if I believed in what he did. After he died at the age of forty-three, I was more than lost. My mother didn't know what to do with me. As I physically moved on, my whole being, my whole soul, was still trapped in that space and time when my father would put me to sleep with tales of guardian angels watching over the damned.

I was stuck,

I was trapped,

And I was damned to the deepest depths of hell.

Title credit: Save Me by Avenged Sevenfold // I do not own Avenged Sevenfold. I just find them fun to include in stories.