• shakkankan 5w

    Mae Anderson

    After three days of notifying her to call me. She called. I asked her, "Are you available?" after I took another puff of the death stick. She replied, "Free, I am." I told her to meet me downtown at the spot in the next hour. After a brief silence between us and with a stuttering of the first word she agreed, "I-I shall come." Then the phone hung up. With haste I turned the rusted knob to the door that will lead me to salvation from perpetual pain. Scurried out to the first step of a decaying porch. I felt the tenacious waves of regret. My fingertips shaky to the uncaring cold atmosphere of the world I hid from for many years rapidly taking a toll on me. "It's coming again..." The thought to turn around was extinguished by the sight of a faint flame from my peripheral vision. The porch has succumbed to a flame behind me.

    I knew then I could not turn back to the comfort of darkness that was my home. The flame grew violently in essence of my rage. I so wanted to leave behind. I heard faint murmurs, voices that echo louder as the flame grew. Engulfed the porch and so too the home I held myself in contempt within. I swoon and staggered off the porch and into the pavement head first in fear. I laid there as blood profusely leaked from the back of my head. I lie before my home incinerated to the cold ground. My vision became blurred. Faded in and out as I try to gather the strength to pick myself up by. As I grovel, the yells of agony, voices echoing familiarity to my ears. "This is the end..." I repeated these words to myself. Sirens blaring from a darkened street one light post and red flashes of light. Unable to stand on my own. Arms reached out to me and my vision completely faded....

    I awoke, sweat all over my naked body in a hospital bed. My natural inclination was to get out. A failed attempt I jerked up and was forcefully yanked back down as if someone was tugging me to the pillow I rested my head on. Wires connected to a head wrap covering my head and metal cuffs cold to my slaved wrist. I drowned in pure disbelief and sadness, "I am done for.” I conjured my own prison once and now I am in the hands of the law that will imprison me forever. Beeps from the monitor began to sound loudly and the room echoed with these beeps. I took a look around and noticed something peculiar about the room I was in. There was no door, no windows, not a single fragment of light, but green waves reflecting the metal rods of the hospital bed. I leaned over to the uncuffed side and saw that my bed was mounted onto a single board that held the circumference of the bed. Everything else was pure darkness. "W-where am I?" In ignorance I asked. A flare of red casted before me at the toe of my bed. A silhouette carrying an aura of the flames that burned my home to smithereens. My heart began throbbing and excruciating pain felt like a dagger piercing my left breast. The silhouette spoke, "It was once said to let go of all causes of one's suffering. And you, the man who created an atrocious reality for us will be judged before the mighty one and casted to the endless pitfall of darkness for eternity." I felt as though my breath was taken away from me. I could not speak, or let alone make a sound. My throat felt as if it had been shut down and not a single sound thought was able to come to mind. Soon I was presented within a mirage. I began hearing weeps from familiar voices just like the yells from the flames of my home. The figures of what seem to be women surrounding my bed with their heads in their hands as tears dripped from the hands of their crying eyes. The silhouette of these women frantically pelted me with their tears. Hard as coal and scorched me with their intense emotions. My bed was lit up in an ablaze, my skin darkening underneath the flames as I tried screaming in agony for them to stop as their tears pelt me. I was still voiceless, inaudible words as I moved my mouth for them to stop. Then silence...

    I found myself on my knees before the burnt bed. It was as if I was transported to view the aftermath of destruction. Confused and scared. I viewed the outline of my body on that bed where I was once burning. I heard my thoughts as if a door was unlocked and finally opened and spoke, "What has happened?" I took a look at my skin burned to a crisp and as I bowed my head to the hands that wereg once black flesh, now exposed ligaments and some bone drenched in blood. I took a look up and before me was a mirror suspended in nothingness. My face is unrecognizable. No skin, no flesh, no visible eyes but somehow I am able to see through the cold darkness of where eyes would be...

    "This is my end I sunk into obscurity. Fell from the hearts of those who loved me. I betrayed them. Burning their trust with a match I pulled out the pockets of selfie…" An obscure voice from a distance yelled to me, "SILENCE!" I uttered not a single word for I felt powerless to whoever yelled at me. "YOU!, YOU OUT OF ALL DO NOT DESERVE PITY FROM ANYONE!" Baffled by her presence she rose larger than the tallest scaled mountain. Her words shouted down as a heavy weight of pressure buckled my knees to the nothingness before her. Her body draped in a red veil dress. So intimidating I stared in shame at nothingness under us.
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