Free Write 15/02/10

The path had lain before me, forking two separate ways; more separate than this road had ever been before. Every side had beckoned me in its own way, lulling me into its fatal tunnels. Yet,  I had not known where to go next.

Of course, an unexpected gust of wind made the decision simpler.

It pushed me strongly towards one of the roads- the one coated with sharp vines that promised comfort in the end. For one moment I could not look at the other road, which was underwater and blurry the whole way. I had a strange feeling that told me to step through the vines and ignore the pain until I reached the other side.

I took a hesitant step, still not certain of the way I should choose...

As I took this step, I arrived closer to the end of this road- the road filled with promises. The promises seemed delicious on my hungry tongue; with more certainty, I took another step, engaging myself in the road of vines.

My foot crunched through the sharp vines; their vicious ends tore through the flesh and I yelped in pain. Remembering the end and the promises, I fought hard to ignore the pain that riped through my soul and I took another firm step.

Crunch.

Yelp.

It only hurt more when I took a third step and pressed my tender skin against more demented vines; I couldn't help but look behind me and see the blood taining my footsteps.

But I had to keep going. The promises had me drooling with hunger.

Crunch. Yelp.

Crunch, yelp, crunch, look back, crunch, crunch, yelp, crunch, look back...

... and as I straightened my head to look forward again, I almost toppled downwards, which would have impaled my body and stopped my heart. In front of me, the promises had disappeared. The promised land was just a footstep away and I had thought that this agonizing quest was going to be over, but what lay in front of me was nothing but a desert land of misery.

Lies. Deception. Pain.

I couldn't take the last step... for if I did, I could never come back. I was so close to ending everything, but I could not bring myself to live in a land of lies. Still, the other option (walking back through the vines) was not very tempting.

For minutes, hours, days- how should I know?- I remained there, looking forward, looking back, wondering if something other than lies could be hiding in the wasteland. A one time decision that could change everything, forever...

Suddenly making up my mind, I turned back.

The walk back was worse than the first walk there, but I told my body to bear with me the whole way. I shall not try to remember the details of the pain I was forced to endure, because I wish to remain sane.

Soon enough I was back at the fork. Without another moment of hesitation, I looked through the watery road that lay beyond; I didn't know what awaited me at the end of this path, but I was about to discover it.

Decided on easing my pain, I hopped in the water.

Author's Note

Kind of a random free write about stuff I'm thinking. But i had to write... something, you know.