I'd Like Some Air.A Story by SupercongeI just wanted to die, but you keep bringing me back.“Lisa...” I whispered quietly as I fall slightly deeper into the darkness which filled my vision and tainted my body. Gut-wrenching jolts of my ever beating heart threaten to leave a gaping hole in my chest and I can no longer handle the pain of losing my light, yet still I try to hold onto that glimmer of hope which keeps out of view, always. I'm finding it hard to cope now, the dirty darkness still clings to my every shaking bone. I continue to drown, ever deeper as the disgusting shadow swallows me whole. I try to find a voice in the darkness like a blind man tries to find his way by following the walls, and I'm not finding any salvation. Empty, or maybe just too full, my heart continues to linger on besides the loneliness. I can't even listen to the soothing beat of my chest, the black cloud blocks out all sound while I let out blood-curdling scream after blood-curdling scream just to convince myself that I am still alive. Alive, yet having no evidence of such, is a fate only befitting of a Dusk; so what have I become? Less time was spent that night atop the clock tower, beneath the setting sun then was fair. My last day, yet so tainted by an equally pale fate, lives on inside my hollow shell. I continue to plummet, slowly as my thoughts fade into the nothingness which has so bitterly been handed to me. Slowly, I try to breath in. Attempting to keep calm in the face of destiny only serves a more sorrowful outcome; the more I contain my sadness the more I hurt. So I decide to sink as my lingering will melds with the ever-suffocating darkness around me. It doesn't give me the relief of giving up for very long; I feel the distorted nature of the black haunt me even further, no longer holding back it's tainted energy. I can safely say that I would much rather be dead then have to go through dying, I just wish the last bit of my life would be snuffed out already, at least that way I would be given some peace. Increasing in frustration, I yell out to the man who I knew was containing me in this hell "You want me to care about my life now? Fine, I guess I can satisfy you that much!" "I can hear myself now? I guess I'm getting somewhere..." I speak to myself, savoring my own voice like it's the only thing keeping me tied to this existence. It certainly beats being deaf, by any stretch. Out in my peripheral vision I finally see something that wasn't deathly murky, and while I was suspicious, the radiant glow gave me a jolt of hope; light started pouring it's life into me, making me whole. At rapid speed the darkness around me fade back to white and I was, at least, out of the frying pan. The soothing voice I wake up to leaves me with only one feeling left in my mind, relief. And, momentarily afterwards, hope. © 2014 SupercongeAuthor's Note
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