Post by Julian Stilwell on May 27, 2009 7:09:26 GMT -5
I guess there really wasn't a doubt in my mind it would end. I lived my life with the worst of them. Hell, I was the one the others were compared to. Even so, being immortal was a wonderful gift, and I can't help think I wasted it. I feel empty, my head is dazed, cloudy.
Suddenly, all I see is a white light, warm, inviting. All too quickly, it becomes dark, cold. I see myeslf, younger, my eyes, a deep brown. Then another. Mama. She smiles, holding her hand out to me. Mama, how long has it been since I hugged you, kissed your cheeck? Then they come in. Mattie, Tyrone, Claeb. They all look at me, thier faces unapproving, uncaring. They won't miss me, why would they? I'm not worth the dust on the coffins of those I've murdered, and I guess somebody knew that, because they shipped me off. and will I be stuck here for the rest of my days, in this room where nothing happens, the sky is a dark black, the sun glows gray. There is no pain here, no feeling. Then, it all goes orange, and red, and a heat erupts from every pour. Thats it. I want to feel no more.