It

He sat down in the chair,
Stricken with grief as he lowered his head to the table.
As everything surrounding him turns into a black abyss,
He sobs,
Just crying.
Minutes go by before he lifts his head and sees IT.
It stands there,
Razor sharp teeth and claws,
Blood oozing down them.
It's eyes are darker than the surrounding environment.
Fear pulsates through him as he struggles to stand up.
It beckons for him to come closer,
But he doesn't want to.
Without even moving,
He realizes it is getting closer,
Closer and closer until it's just a few inches from his face.
He takes a shaky breath,
as it shows him his life.
But never the positive.
All the people who wronged him,
Crushed him,
Destroyed him.
He felt all those feelings at once,
His body flooding with different emotions,
All from different points of his life,
And the last thing he sees is his mother and father.
Both dead from the car accident.
It turns to him as tears fell down his cheeks.
He's only fifteen,
He's an orphan.
His emotions overcome him,
Engulfing him in a flame that could never be put out.
It hands him a razor,
He tears his own flesh,
Allowing it to grow stronger and stronger.
Before you know it,
He hangs from his ceiling fan.
The blood drips from his wrists.
It feels satisfied,
And moves on to its next victim.