There it was: the giant hunk of wood and rusty nails. It stood alone in the middle of the field. The boards were warped and bent as the paint faded and chipped. The depressing structure stood as a reminder, only he had no idea what it reminded him of. The place certainly had memories tied to it but some were sad and others were happy. Looking at the board wall with his tired eyes, he felt the rough and coarse wood. His hands were as rusty as the hinges the doors hung on. His joints locked with every step. The paint was once bright, warm and inviting. But over the years it had faded, grown dark and had recently started to disappear. Large portions of the outside were completely missing their coats. His old tired hands were the ones that had painted this place... the once proud building that used to be teeming with life. But it was all gone. The animals were taken and probably ended up as food. He could only guess what happened to them, but he was pretty sure. The floor was covered in hay and lifelessness, as the ground was blood-soaked. The animals were gone, which made this building useless. Void of meaning and over-staying its welcome. Maybe he had more in common with it then he thought.
The eye sore’s warped boards bent and bowed out of place. Some were hanging off the supports, taking the nail at the end with them. Others moved to make cracks. Those cracks served as a way to have light come through. He remembers some good times in here. The loft still had a mountain of hay underneath it from when he was a boy, and would jump and land safely into the pile. The boy was no more. Time had passed and now the hay was rotten and the smell was unbearable. More light shone through the awful walls as he looked at the new holes. Sporadic and unorganized as they were, there they stayed. Perfect little circles, bullet holes. He climbed up on the ledge for what would be the last time. The old structure was still strong enough to hold his weight. As he tied the thick rope to the main beam across the enclosure and took his final leap. The rope tightened and the building only got more depressing that day.