Oh The Scarlet On My Hands

A Follow Up of "You're In The Winter Air"...

I am stuck, my mind has only just realized that I can get caught. Though the years have brought distance and strain between my small group of friends I always fell shelter to, I knew I had to call him. The same man who had made my dead love the white supremacist he was to date, is the only man who would not only clean my hands of their scarlet but make them white once more. How could he ever understand some would question. He is not the man he once was. He found the hate and let it overwhelm him, but now he has seen the good and feels the guilt of those he has corrupted. If it weren't for his hate many lives would be saved, including many of his loved ones. His name is Wesley, for one commonly known for his hate he bares a beautiful name. The boy who now lays dead on the ground is Everett. Us three are part of a friendship of four, it has been this way since childhood. Our flats all close together, our walk to school was always the same. We became the best of mates and planned to stay so for generations. Everett was a sweet boy, he would have made any girl happy. But of all girls he fell for me. I myself fear love and what it brings, I fear marriage and it's strings. I fear that feeling that I am caged, and I fear I shall be the bird who breaks it's wings. Everett's mind was too simple, too kind. You could say he was spineless, but he was passionate about the life he lived and those he loved. He was a beautiful artist and had the most lovely of voices. But the boy was shy and kept it all to himself. I guess I did love him seeing as he died, though he died by the slight of my hand. Wesley was not always so hateful, he was a happy child, he loved his family and he loved us. He wanted to follow in his father's footsteps though his father was not some wealthy man with a mint lifestyle. His father was a simple man with a simple life and a simple and loving wife. Unfortunately his mum and dad were mugged at gun point and when they held to their morals and didn't do as they were told... his father was shot laying paralyzed on the ground while his mother was raped in front of his eyes. Then the men shot them both and left them to die. Then Wesley came into reality. This is when Wesley gained his hate. The men left far too much evidence luckily, though no amount of evidence would ever bring back his parents. Years after this the hate grew, and Wesley disappeared. When he returned he was hellish, his eyes ripped through you, his body covered in tattoos that speak of things that made others uncomfortable. He had let the evil inside him grow and saturate every inch of him. Unlike Everett, our groups fourth friend Darcey and I were not easy to walk over. But Wesley did change us as well, we felt the hate that he felt. At the time all he said and all what the others said felt so right. Of course we didn't like hearing of our countries women being raped, stolen or killed. Of course we hated the idea of a child's death due to a stabbing in school. We knew what it was like to see employment being taken from those who were raised her by some foreigner. We stood against it, we had reason to. But in time me and Darcey saw Everett and Wesley going too far. Fights and killings happening by those we knew. We both realized we were no better then those we called dirt. But when ever we'd intervene some fowl play or a fight only harm would come to us. Darcey tried to stop someone he knew from curb stomping a young black boy, only to have the boy's older brother do a drive by and kill Darcey in the act. Like the trial of Wesley's parents there was no true justice. So Wesley put it in his own hands. Pulled some strings and saw the faces of those who killed Darcey. At every known White Power meeting Wesley would hand out pictures of the men who killed Darcy, with a print out on the back of Wesley and his family and his biography and how Wesley saw him. Soon those who killed him were being hunted. It gave Wesley power. He found a man who was sentenced to life in prison for what he had done in the white supremacist, he was in the same prison as the killers of his parents. He had them raped and killed from within the prison. How could a man who obviously had been plunged into hate ever help me, a girl who killed his bestfriend, a girl who killed a strong member of the white supremacy? It's simple.. that girl is his love.