Alex gazed outside window, viewing the magnificent storm going on outside. For some odd reason storms such as these, always soothed him. He stared at his bottle and noticed that he had little left. “I can't take this no more.” thought Alex Alex proceed to getting his sharp knife from underneath his mattress, to which he then went to the speakers and started playing his favorite track. Redbone by Childish Gambino. It gave him the vibe that everything was going to be all right. He started making his way down to the bathroom. He turned on the bathtub, and watched how the water cascaded down filling the tub. “What a nice way to go.” Alex slowly began taking his clothes, while also avoiding to let the tear fall down from his eyes. “There's no turning …show more content…
SLASH SLASH SLASH Each cut began to cut even deeper into his flesh more than the previous one. For a second he glanced down, and was astonished that the water had turned into a crimson red. His vision was turning heavy. It felt as if he hadn't slept in over a week. His hearing also began depleting. The last thing that he heard was the last lines of the song playing. “But stay woke. Dudes creepin. They gonna find you. Gonna catch you sleeping. Now stay woke. Now don’t close your eyes,” He sang along with the song, and that's when he started feeling it. For some odd reason he knew that his time was quickly approaching. He felt as if death were cradling him, much like a mother to her newborn son, but he knew that he wasn't coming back from sleep. It was an eternal slumber. And with his last thoughts, everything turned black. Nothing but a vast void followed for a couple of days. Alex began waking up from the mess that he had caused. He was completely dumbfounded as to where he was. He noticed that there were other people in the room with him. “What in the world were you thinking Alex? Why would you even consider doing something so stupid and
As the distance between him and the earth lessened, he became overwhelmed as he tried to think of all the people in his life he’d never see again: his fiancée, his mother and father, his brother whom he hadn’t spoken to in over three years. A lump of sadness burned his throat at this, but was quickly overshadowed by the looping image of seeing himself smash into the earth. He was also aware that he’d wet himself.
“So far, I had not opened my eyes. I felt that I lay upon my back, unbound. I reached out my hand, and it fell heavily upon something damp and hard. There I suffered it
They all cared for one another. “I noticed he was crying. That frightened me. He wasn’t planning on being gone all that long; I figured he wouldn’t be crying unless he intended to take some big risks and knew he might not be coming back. That’s when I started having a bad feeling that we wouldn’t ever see Alex again.”
Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.
Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.
He peered through the fog and was struck hard by the terror and realisation that he would die there. His lungs rattled in fear, fingers warm with
He lay on the ground, clutching his wound. Sirens wailed in the distance, but they would never reach him. He was fading, but he felt peace.
Time seemed to slow as his fate climbed towards him. His heart pounding in his ears. His mind seemed to withdraw slowly from his body with each thud. He felt himself go numb.
I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.
The life had been slowly escaping him, with his vision blurry and many of his bones broken. As he felt the life leaving him, the boy had been left with his eyes straight up to the night sky...but before he allowed his eyes fully close...the next thing he saw had surprised him.
Alex looked emotionless, he obviously didn’t care about what his father saying. Alex completely ignored his father and walked over to Amelia. He smiled causing her to tense up a little bit. “Go ahead and go in” he said opening the door for her.
My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.
The divergence of this dream compared to any other dream he’s had, was just unbelievable. Everything felt so real. Chris shut his eyes and squeezed them tight. Then he slapped himself. He opened his eyes, and expected to be back in the safe surrounds of his bedroom. Unfortunately, he was still in the room. He closed his eyes again, and pinched himself. He winced from the sting. When he opened his eyes, he was still in the surrounds of the empty room.
The darkness and cold that waited beneath his feet growing closer as he sank further into the pit of death; heel clad boots just barely sweeping over
Endless nothingness scrolled for miles, blackened and dark. No force weighed him down, the constant humming of the universe filling his ears. No matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, however, they wouldn't budge. No matter how hard he tried to move, his muscles locked up. No matter how hard he tried to breath, think, feel, he just... couldn't. Dread would start to settle in, but no matter how it tried to break through, only apathy took it's place. Waves of emptiness crashed into him, swirled around him without end. The spray of dread slipped off as soon as it hit, drenching his clothing, but not his skin, not his body. Nothing seemed to matter. Nothing did matter- matter didn't even exist here. Lightyears of pure darkness, not an inch of light, not a ray of happiness, life, could break the darkness.