The Ladder Of His Father's Guilt

A ladder was created for a man to make an unreachable destination, be reachable.

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As Lark kept going down the ladder, an ominous feeling arose from within him, each and everytime he goes down closer the ground, his heart rate sped up.

It's been a few minutes yet Lark felt like he wasn't going anywhere, then it began, doubt began to cloud his heart, whispering to Lark's ear to just go back and forget about everything, yet despite all this thoughts occupying his mind, his body unknowingly kept moving.

'I hate this' thought Lark, getting the feeling of the only thing that you only have absolute control of, taken away, being swallowed by your very own subconsciousness, Lark hated it. As the seven years old's mind and body felt like being controlled by two different forces that completely contradicted each other, and fought for the control of his whole being, not even asking for consent to the true owner of the body.

Feeling like he was being possessed and the child named "Lark" will be soon gone, his heart thumped.....not that of fear...but something that made his blood boiled, anger.

At this point of time, Lark felt anger, to the point that he started hating his very own existence.

"You're a son of the demon!"

"A son of a mass murderer who killed anyone, deceived the people who trusted him, just to realize his own dream"

"Truly a selfish man"

"This your fate!"

"You will carry his own sins, the hatred of the people who he have killed will be handed to you!!!"

"You shall repent for him in his stead!!!"

"This is the fate that was given to you the moment you were born"

The hatred from the people who came out from the walls of dirt, as their distorted horrid face with no eyes and a mouth that looked like a black hole, screamed and cursed, as they slowly reached out their hands to grab Lark, as if they were trying to drag down the devil's spawn, back to it's rightful place and that is.....hell.

Lark felt something in his mind broke, his heart darkened, as he gritted his teeth in the unknowingly rising anger that arose in his heart, every fiber in his very being screamed in anguish.

He let go of his hands that was grabbing to the ladder and clenched his fists to the point of bleeding, bit his tongue as the lamp slipped in his mouth as he thought in his mind.

'Sorry Mother, Father..... looks like I'll have to give up my dream'

As Lark was gradually falling down, the hands and voices of the dead slowly dissappeared, he then sense a feeling of liberation. 'So this is what birds felt like when they fly huh?'

As his vision started to darken he thought.

'looks like death isn't so bad after all'

Feeling the air from falling down.

The child peacefully slowly closed his eyes.

"Son! my son! are you alright!"

I'm even hearing father's voice frantically calling my name again. "A son of a demon" huh?

How could they call my always nervous and clumsy father that? What a load of bull.

Splash~

"puhaaa~ cough cough~"

Lark felt a cold and wet sensation in his face as he suddenly opened his eyes then coughed.

"Lark, are you fine?"

A Red haired man with a deep green eyes checked Lark's body carefully, as he put both his arms, on top of Lark's shoulder, and shooked him wildly.

"Stop it Dad!, you're making me puke"

Said Lark as he slapped both of his father's arms away.

"Arggh! you broked my arm!!" Exaggeratingly cried the red haired man.

"Yeah right" irritatingly commented Lark as he rolled his eyes, at his father's joke.

Suddenly Lark felt like he had forgotten something, as he confusingly looked at the interior of the house.

Seeing the sight of his son looking around like he was trying to find something, the dad stared at his son with a complicated look.

'Sorry Lark I had no choice but to make you forget about it, it's for your own good'

'But still for him to manage to hold on a few minutes in the ladders of guilt, what can I say, as expected of my child eh?"

Muttered the red haired man as he slapped Lark's bottom, trying to make his child change his attention, in which it actually works, as Lark angrily chased after his dad in the backyard.

A few minutes later

Lark was lying in the ground of the backyard panting heavily.

"How come you got home so early?" asked Lark

"I've already caught a huge native boar, so I thought I might as well go home now because I can't carry anything more than that"

Lark's dad pointed at something outside their backyard's fence

Lark now then noticed there was a small hill that was covered, and wondered how could

his dad who was slim and fit, carry something so huge.