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  1. The lightning strike and thunderclap shocked the senses only slightly compared to the bloodcurdling screams that came from the village. The downpour washed the blood off of me but the agony in my heart still remained. The blackness of night feels comforting to me as it obscures my vision and obscures my black foul deeds. As the screams begin to fade, I continue walking with my head down finally stepping onto the trail heading out of this place. The path is steep and full of treachery. I welcome the danger. The guilt of what I have just done makes me reckless as I trundle down the mountain via a sharp and steep path. Saturated from the rain, I hope that its purity will touch my being. I have to think of the positive. I saved people's lives. I removed the poison from their soul that haunted them. Their families will see them whole again because of me. The world however lives in balance. When you save a life, you have to take a life. How can I decide? Why is it right for me to knock on someone's door like the grim reaper choosing someone in this household to die. My next step on the wet rocks resulted in failure. I slip down the switchback and try to catch my balance. I lean into the mountain and clutch a boulder. Heart racing. I grab on. Safety. But why. Why am I spared? I deserve the visage of death just as I have been that bringer to so many others. I stand up right, fingers stinging from the struggle. I am stable. Whew. The lightning strikes above me loosening the side of the mountain. In a rush my next step proves to be one of folly. I gasp and fall over the trail. Rocks. Pain as I bound off the side. In a moment I realize that this is it, justice. I hit the side of the mountain so hard it takes my breath. Although I am not scared, the feeling of imminent death via fall is exhilarating. I think back to my youth. Rock. Parents. The book. Pebbles. Lonely. Helping. Hurting. Taking. Giving. Once again I hit the side of the mountain, this time I carom off at a funny angle. Hhhhuuuuuu The daylight stings my eyes. My head throbs as does my side. But... The world has decided I must stay. I sit up and take inventory. Stiff and sore but alive. I tumbled most of the way down the mountain. How unfortunate. Gingerly, I finish my trek down the mountain and onto the road. The path is familiar and less painful. I stop and look over my shoulder at the mountain village. I shudder at what I have done, but know that it was the right choice. I saved someone! The man in the mountain town, deserved what he got. He lived a long miserable life. I laid my hands on his head and felt the hate and agony leave my body and fill his. Torment and dread overcame him quickly. His eyes quickly faded and my heart sank. Who am I to choose? The agony in my soul subsides when I think of the young couple. I helped. I saved their lives. Why do I feel so cold?
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