The Dream, Part Two
I had been here once before. Rain was
beating down on my face and I stood surrounded in a thick grey sheet of
transparent fog that seeped feelings of a bitter loneliness and a blank existence
into the pores of my soul. As though a singular cloud had been thrown outcast
from his world and oppressed its inner hatred upon as much of the bare land as
it could. I was in a frantic state of panic.
I had to be somewhere, but my memory failed
me. The unsettling urge to move had pushed me so far that I had but one choice.
I tried to clear the depressing shadow that seemed evermore, as I paced, to be
following me. My arms felt as though they were bound but there were no visible
signs of rope or wire.
As I ventured further through the mist I found
myself in a graveyard. I had no idea why I was here but I knew, without a doubt,
that I would find my answers here. Almost as though an invisible force was
guiding me I landed in front of a very well crafted piece of masonry. The
suspense of finding out why I was here was almost leaving me to the point of
vomiting.
I peered at the name on the small stone
sign and what I read left me with the urge to peel out my eyes and extract the
part of my brain that contained the memory of her. I wanted to die.
The steady stream of tears flowing from my
eyes gladly blurred my vision. I couldn’t relieve myself from the warm hands of
grief that so eagerly led me here. I had felt this before, the last time I was
here. No one feeling or vile concoction of emotions could be as fatally hurtful
as this.
I was crying so hard that I began to cough
and choke. My mind was lost with one string of words and one name but the
insistent water pouring down my face and the collapsing of my lungs made it
impossible to stay focused. Drenched in the knowledge that I had found a lie
and possessed the inability to undo time I fell further down the abyss of the
truth. I wanted death to take me and guide me to absolution.
But
not surprisingly death didn’t want me, I wasn’t worth his time. After clearing
this thought in my mind I stood up with an uncertainty in my legs and I set off
into the gloom in search for the entrance to Hell.
prev chapter
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing
