Undecided

"Falling, I was pulled aggressively by the gravity. Down and through a chasm of nothingness."

Undecided

Screams filled the air. Shrieks so loud that my eardrums felt like they'd burst. Darkness surrounded me, crushing any hope I still had.

I struggled to keep my footing as I ran, for the floor would give way at random intervals. Unexpectedly, it began to suck my body with a growing force, and I flung back and forth like a doll. Air was all that surrounded me, a heavy, damp fog that created an uneasy feeling. Falling, I was pulled by gravity down and through a chasm of nothingness. Whispers called my name, and my anxiety only increased.

But suddenly everything stopped. I was frozen in mid-air when a golden light appeared. A door lay inside, which slowly begun to open. The door revealed a woman who was standing, looking directly at me. She had light hair, with hints of shimmering gold. Her skin was youthful and slightly pale, setting off a radiant glow. She seemed to make everything seem brighter and obtain a cheerful feeling.

She smiled. Her eyes held a softness but seemed to be worn with age. Age that held wisdom and had experienced many hardships.

"There is much ahead." she spoke, her voice as smooth and sweet as honey, "You are going to do much."

"Who, what-" 

But before I could receive any answers, all that lay around me disappeared. 

I woke up, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps. Tears rolled down my face, as the images replayed. The room was in a state of disarray - with articles scattering the floor, and empty bottles of liquor. Taking a swig, I glanced, once again, at the photo on the bedside table.

I was smiling and so was she. We were in our garden, with flowers blooming in many colors. I still remember the scent - a sweet smell that was rather satisfying. She always decorated the house with them, yes she did. It always looked so beautiful - but not as exquisite as she.

Except now, I only used those flowers for one purpose. To decorate her grave. I know how much she loved them. But since then, I have been questioning whether I should still be here, alone.

What do dreams mean to me, anyway? They are just the fantasies and nightmares of your mind, put into action.

But wouldn't she want the flowers to be cared for? Someone to watch them bloom in the Spring? She always called them her family. Oh yes, there must be someone to look after her children. The only ones we ever did enjoy together. 

Reality seemed to strike again. She was gone. I did not know if I would ever see her again. But there was only one way to find out. I gulped down more alcohol as I pondered my choices.

It lay on the bottom shelf, always ready for use. Whether I was to defend myself, or for times like this. I felt cold metal against my skin as I pressed it against my forehead. 

The question was, what was the better choice?

Author's Note

What choice do you think he made? Was it the right choice?
Would be extremely pleased to hear your insight. Love reading your reviews!

[Reviews are very much appreciated! They will "be returned" to you in the way of a review from myself on one of your written pieces :)]



*This is mature-themed, although I'm keeping the decision up to you to decide for yourself, whether you should read it or not :).*

Reviews

[Schatzi]

Hello goddessofwriting,

I, personally, feel he chose life because he asked what was the better choice? He clearly cared for her and even referred to her flowers as something they enjoyed together. The title also indicates to me that if he is undecided, then he would chose life.

As for the writing, I found it was well written. I have one suggestion and it's a technical one. Just had a space between each paragraph to better define them for the reader's sake. Other than that, nice job!

Thank you for sharing!

Kind regards,

Schatzi

[Wølfy]

Not bad. I like that it is short and not too detailed. I hate it when writers put like five pages of details on something simple (i.e A sunset) I had a friend once describe a sunset to me in five detailed pages.