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The Descend
I am drunk, standing on a rooftop looking down and thinking back on my life. I am alone and I am depressed. My fiance has found love elsewhere and I am broke.
I gambled away my future, our future, and my ex-fiance wants stability. Something I once had, but no longer even know what stability means.
I am on the edge. Nothing in my life worth living for now. I owe bookies thousands and loan sharks want my head.
I pull the only photo I have of when I was happy from my wallet. It's a picture of us, smiling and embracing. We were on vacation in Paris. It's a photo from the day I proposed to her and she said yes.
So much has changed since then. I gambled away my business, my home, and my life.
I watch as the sun sets behind the mountains in the distance and the sky turns a blend of colors like fire in the sky. The beautiful purples and pinks and blues matched against the yellow, grey and red. The last pure beauty I would ever witness.
I finish off my bottle of whiskey and feel my head swoon. I turn toward the roof and go to step down off the ledge back to safety but backwards I fall..... Rushing air around me, I can see the stars. Then darkness.
I open my eyes. I am floating. I am flying above the forest weightless and airy. I must be dreaming. It's a wonderful feeling.
Looking down, I can see the boney fingers of the leafless winter treetops reaching up at me. They sway back and forth in the gentle breeze reminding me of an audience at a classic rock concert.
I slowly descend towards the forest and it feels like I'm being carried across a sea of arms. They're carrying me to the stage like I'm the lead singer of that classic rock band.
Something grabs my foot. I am no longer above the forest. The trees are now gone and in there place arms reach out.
They grab at my clothes . I try to flap my arms to get away, but this doesn't work. I'm now in there clutches.
There are voices. High pitched shrieking and laughter fill the air. I try to cry out for help but I cannot make a sound.
I'm pulled down and I can now see there faces. Flesh hanging from ghastly wounds where I can see exposed muscular and skeletal innards. Fat worms and nasty looking bugs feasting on their rotten flesh. Black holes with bloody tendrils hung where their eyes should have been.
I tried desperately to get out of their grip, but the more I struggled the harder their grip on me became. Tearing, clawing and ripping my clothing and flesh.
Searing pain as they bit down on my body and there claws scratched deap gashes into my skin. I could smell their rot, their decay, their putrid breath.
Further and further down I was being pulled into the abyss. More bites, more pain, more blood. Their claws hooked into my flesh as their teeth nashed in a loud feverous clicking. It sounded like a billion cicadas had come out of hibernation and were now devouring me.
There seemed no end to my downward spiral. The ground moved like it was alive. Or was it the ground at all? It shimmered and glistened black and seemed to move in every direction.
As I drew closer it would spread apart so I could get lower. The rotten fleshed arms and heads and bodies seemed to reach out from the moving ground and the biting and clawing continued.
A piece of the earth suddenly sprouted translucent wings. Then more and more of the earth began to sprout these wings and suddenly I was covered in fat green and blue and black flies. They were in my mouth and my nose and my eyes. I could feel them moving across my skin and in my throat. I could not breath and could barely see. I felt my body enter into moving slime.
My hands touched the slimy bath and came up full of maggots. They feasted on my bite wounds and wiggled there way into my ears. I could hear them biting and feel there desperate need to eat. They whispered to each other, to me, but none of it audible. Or was it their slimy bodies sliding inside my inner ear that made that sound? I cannot say for sure.
The agony I felt was intense only slightly overshadowed by my fear of what came next.
Nothing.... Darkness.... Silence.
© Kinga77
I gambled away my future, our future, and my ex-fiance wants stability. Something I once had, but no longer even know what stability means.
I am on the edge. Nothing in my life worth living for now. I owe bookies thousands and loan sharks want my head.
I pull the only photo I have of when I was happy from my wallet. It's a picture of us, smiling and embracing. We were on vacation in Paris. It's a photo from the day I proposed to her and she said yes.
So much has changed since then. I gambled away my business, my home, and my life.
I watch as the sun sets behind the mountains in the distance and the sky turns a blend of colors like fire in the sky. The beautiful purples and pinks and blues matched against the yellow, grey and red. The last pure beauty I would ever witness.
I finish off my bottle of whiskey and feel my head swoon. I turn toward the roof and go to step down off the ledge back to safety but backwards I fall..... Rushing air around me, I can see the stars. Then darkness.
I open my eyes. I am floating. I am flying above the forest weightless and airy. I must be dreaming. It's a wonderful feeling.
Looking down, I can see the boney fingers of the leafless winter treetops reaching up at me. They sway back and forth in the gentle breeze reminding me of an audience at a classic rock concert.
I slowly descend towards the forest and it feels like I'm being carried across a sea of arms. They're carrying me to the stage like I'm the lead singer of that classic rock band.
Something grabs my foot. I am no longer above the forest. The trees are now gone and in there place arms reach out.
They grab at my clothes . I try to flap my arms to get away, but this doesn't work. I'm now in there clutches.
There are voices. High pitched shrieking and laughter fill the air. I try to cry out for help but I cannot make a sound.
I'm pulled down and I can now see there faces. Flesh hanging from ghastly wounds where I can see exposed muscular and skeletal innards. Fat worms and nasty looking bugs feasting on their rotten flesh. Black holes with bloody tendrils hung where their eyes should have been.
I tried desperately to get out of their grip, but the more I struggled the harder their grip on me became. Tearing, clawing and ripping my clothing and flesh.
Searing pain as they bit down on my body and there claws scratched deap gashes into my skin. I could smell their rot, their decay, their putrid breath.
Further and further down I was being pulled into the abyss. More bites, more pain, more blood. Their claws hooked into my flesh as their teeth nashed in a loud feverous clicking. It sounded like a billion cicadas had come out of hibernation and were now devouring me.
There seemed no end to my downward spiral. The ground moved like it was alive. Or was it the ground at all? It shimmered and glistened black and seemed to move in every direction.
As I drew closer it would spread apart so I could get lower. The rotten fleshed arms and heads and bodies seemed to reach out from the moving ground and the biting and clawing continued.
A piece of the earth suddenly sprouted translucent wings. Then more and more of the earth began to sprout these wings and suddenly I was covered in fat green and blue and black flies. They were in my mouth and my nose and my eyes. I could feel them moving across my skin and in my throat. I could not breath and could barely see. I felt my body enter into moving slime.
My hands touched the slimy bath and came up full of maggots. They feasted on my bite wounds and wiggled there way into my ears. I could hear them biting and feel there desperate need to eat. They whispered to each other, to me, but none of it audible. Or was it their slimy bodies sliding inside my inner ear that made that sound? I cannot say for sure.
The agony I felt was intense only slightly overshadowed by my fear of what came next.
Nothing.... Darkness.... Silence.
© Kinga77
