HopelessA Chapter by Not A WriterOnly one word is on John's mind, "Hopelessness."
Hopeless
5:50
P.M.
John
knew what it felt like to experience physical pain, but the pain he now
experienced was unheard of. He withstood
a man breaking his thumb without fainting, but this . . . it was as if a
surgeon made an incision on his heart. The black clouds that rolled over his
head like a scroll made no promises but gloom and more gloom, than again that
was life, wasn’t it? He stood at the rim of the canyon: a mile in length of no
hope, as for depth " only darkness could be seen -- as for width " as far as the eye could see.
Hopelessness. He took a step back from the rim of the canyon as he felt a
strong push of wind against his back to the canyon. If one could take a picture
of this scene, the photo would reveal a hopeless man, standing near the brim of
a canyon on a stormy day, just looking out and perhaps expecting something. John stared at the ground, hoping that a ray
of hope would burst forth but instead, the cold sprinkling of rain answered
him.
“COMMMMMME
BACKKKKKK!!!” he cried.
Following
his cry was the ripple effect of thunder across the skies and the silent echo
of his cry: “COMMMMMME BACKKKKKK.” Suddenly, he dropped to the ground with a
loud THUMP on both knees and clenched his fists in a ball, hitting the
ground until the dust began to seep into his lungs and make him cough. The rain
only poured down harder, and it blocked any sound from being heard " even his
cough.
“I
. . . I never got to say, ‘I love you.’”
As
if the weather wasn’t bad enough, Zeus made himself known by the sudden flashes
of lightning around John, but he did not flinch " not even once. He just stood
on his knees, attempting to look across the canyon despite of the rain that
blinded the surrounding area.
I
just want to see you one more time. I just want to hug you one more time. I
just want you.
He just stood there on his
knees, looking. Slowly, he lifted his neck and face and embraced the onslaught
of rain pelting his face. Oblivious to the stingy pain, he stared at the
clouds, amazed at how fast the clouds were moving across the canyon.
Take me with you. Let me be with
my love!
He
stared at the same clouds until the visibility blocked them from being seen.
John than resumed his staring contest at the now muddy ground, maybe expecting
a prize if he won. He did not care what time it was, he did not even care that
lighting was only yards or feet away from reaching him; all he wanted was Rose.
Everything that was happening " the rain, thunder and lightning, wind, even the
pain throbbing his knees " was of no importance to him.
Darkness settled upon the ground
and John was no longer able to see his reflection from the mud puddle he was
standing on. John began to rise slowly from his sore knees to his feet, while
lighting flashed on the ground behind his back. He only turned his face, and he turned it back in order to attempt to gaze
across the canyon.
Who cares if lightning strikes
me.
With
that thought he placed his muddy, right hand into his pocket. He snatched a
white piece of paper, which was folded into a little square. He unfolded it,
and began to cry tears as he looked at the muddy, rain-stained piece of paper,
which he wrote. As soon as he read the letter, he shredded the paper into tiny
distinct pieces into his open left hand. He raised his left hand high in the
air as if he was shaking somebody’s hand, and the wind only carried the tiny
pieces of paper into the mouth of the canyon. As the pieces sank into the mouth
of the canyon, the wind was carrying the little scraps in all directions. Three
pieces traveled in the direction of the canyon, while the rest scattered
elsewhere. The three individual pieces read,
I
LOVE
YOU!
He hoped the three pieces would
reach the canyon and meet his love. Impossible.
“I
LOVE YOU ROSE! DO YOU HEAR ME? I LOVE YOUUUUU!”
Hearing
nothing but the batter of rain upon the ground, he turned around walking back
home " where he was not wanted or loved. No, actually he was wanted and the soldiers
just arrived in front of him. The gallows were calling his name with a ghostly
calling,
“Johnnnnnnn.”
© 2011 Not A WriterReviews
|
Stats
274 Views
3 Reviews Added on June 16, 2011 Last Updated on June 18, 2011 AuthorNot A WriterKyoto, MI, JapanAboutJapanese writer Into all things anime 日本万歳. どんなに頑張っても私を見つける.. more..Writing
|