All Wrapped Up

Friends

Sesa strummed his guitar, writing the notes down as he did.
"Canto 34.. Not bad, if I do say so myself." He says, smiling. He had been working on this sing for years now, and he believed it would be his master piece.
Not only that, but he was a solo artist, so this had to he perfect.
It had to.

He picks up a picture of a red head and him hugging. The picture was old, and the comers were dirty with smudges and rips, but the picture itself is in good condition. The red head has green eyes and a calico tail and matching ears, while the boy had dark hair and a pair of deep, ocean blue eyes.
A tear fell and landed on the red head.

"I miss you, Bana. I... Wish you were here. I swear to God himself, when I find Patient Zero, I'll kill them with my bare hands and then you can rest in piece."
He stands up and punches the wall once, twice, a hundred times.
The pain was the only thing that felt human anymore.

His vision blurred, and he locked the door and nailed the window shut before he blacked out.

He screams, and it's one of hate, anger, loss.
Insanity.
He grabs a baseball bat and starts smashing at the wall, memories and visions of Bana the Neko flooding his mind, filling his heart to the brim with grief and regret.


(Listen to Diary if a Dead man by Five Finger Death Punch when you read this.)