Dim Lights/Quiet Nights

The room silent and forgotten lay still. Fluorescent dim lights shown above for there was nothing else. No sunlight, no life, no noise. I sit motionless, afraid , hopeless. Then, the eerie silence was broken. Something, it, creaked the floorboards a room above. Things in the dark getting closer, I wait. All I can do, nothing, is so mundane. No life or happiness to reflect on now. Only dread and despair can I see. The beginning of it all was near. I am certainly not prepared for the outcome.

As all my thoughts run through my head the danger only presses on. Is it really danger I ask myself? Or is it something more? They have gotten to my head. A point passed that I can simply manage. My mind slowly fades into obscurity as the lights dim out. Only my breathing. Only my body. Only me. That’s all that was left, or so I thought.

The low laughter in my right ear told me all I needed to know. I sighed as I waited for what was to come of me next. My unease only built as timed crawled on. Cold chills ran through my body as the man’s fingers landed on my arm. It’s all over. The source of dying hope inside me finally died when it happened. I felt empty and torn. No-one will look for me. No-one will notice me gone. Time will go on and the world will have more problems and solutions.

This is what it is like to die. You sit and wait and finally you understand what it is about. It’s not about having fun or changing the world. It’s only about surviving. What else should have I expected. Some god to come down and save me from hell at the last moment possible. No, I can’t let it end. That is not what we were made for. We were made to fight through troubled times and triumph once we got through just to be met by another obstacle.

My hope wavered as the man started to tug. He was dragging me now into a different room. I could hear chains in his other hand clanking and scraping the ground as he walked. This is not the way. Not torture, never could it be torture.

He led me to a room, with dim lights. The rain outside was now visible through the dusty windows of the old house. For I did not want to scream or else I would be beaten I only started to sob. This seemed to only make the man happy and excited.

“What a twisted psychopath he was,” I think to myself as his laughter started back up. His big gorilla arm rose the chains. I tried to scuttle out of the way but he managed to strike me across the back. I yelled out in pain and fury. He took another shot and I crumpled into a ball on the ground.

Black and red. All that I see disturb me. I can’t stand it much longer. So I let my eyelids drop as I relax. Finally the sweet kiss of death to end the pain and end the suffering.

Freezing cold and darkness. Whispers fill my head as my sins come back to haunt me. I can only fall to my knees and let it happen over again.