Thursday Throw Out

I have decided that writing is cheaper than therapy. So rather than whine to my friends about my feels, I henceforth resolve to just write....DO THE THING!! I was at a loss as to what to bring you this week. I have several things I am working on, but don't want to give you the same crap over and over..So here I sit trying to sift through my written works. I am dredging up an old one tonight. I am re-reading so I can move forward from where I left off. However I was quite proud of this scene, I hope you like it too :)


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PROLOGUE

Surprisingly enough, the decision to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love, is not a decision that you think through. It is made of impulse, and conceived of pure bravery. At least, this is how it feels to the person who takes that leap...At least, that is what I thought.

In hindsight, I could have taken a second to weigh my options. However, knowing my nature, I cannot imagine things turning out any differently. One thing is for certain, I have spent my life making reckless, impulsive, sometimes stupid decisions.

Death is more of a beginning than an end. The living, hover and grieve for the passing of their beloved. While, the dead try to give their loved ones comfort, until they pass to the other side.

I have yet to meet an unhappy spirit. I see my fellow deceased everywhere. They follow their loved ones, play with their grandchildren, or do the things they love one last time. They simply await that first shovelful of dirt to hit their casket, and then they walk into the light just like in the movies.

Yea, I would have to say that most of the dead are just biding their time. They enjoy their last days on earth, awaiting their trip to the higher plane. Most, that is, except for me.

As it stands, my body currently lays at the bottom of a salt mine in Utah. It is unnaturally preserved by the salt, which continually falls from the ceiling, and blows in from the mine shafts. I lie next to one of the men who decided to take my life. I do not think they expected me to fight. Nor were they expecting the spring-loaded switchblade I had in my boot.

My death was rather quick and unremarkable, as far as murders go, I guess. I was knocked unconscious, awaking in the mine. The men pointed a gun at me and I fought back.  As they knocked me to the ground, I pulled the switchblade form my boot, stabbing my cave mate in the heart. Then, I felt a splitting pain in my head, and I was gone.

 I remember waking from a momentary blackout and finding myself alone, save for the guy with the knife sticking out of his chest. He was breathing sporadically, his eyes darting around but seeing nothing. I moved toward him to try to offer help, but could not seem to apply pressure to his wound. His eyes fell on me in a panicked look, just before he drew his last breath.

I guess I should have figured out what was going on when his eyes shot back open and his hands wrapped around my throat. Unfortunately, I was too preoccupied to notice that the knife was gone from his chest. When I tried to pull away his eyes caught something behind me and he blanched. Releasing me, he scrambled to his feet fleeing.

I watched my attacker run toward the exit of the cavern in a panic. He stops dead just before the mouth of the cave and wheels back around. I follow his gaze over my shoulder, finally realizing what made him flee to begin with. My lifeless body lies in a puddle of my own blood, right next to his.

 A chill runs through me as the room seems to darken. My ethereal form shudders as I watch several dark shapes emerge from the shadows. The specters do not have faces, no definition, nor do they make any sound. However, as the move, all of the life in the cavern seems drawn into them. I stiffen as they wrap themselves around me. The appendage like edges of the shadows are poking and prodding at my soul, trying to find a way in.

 I see my attacker across the room frozen with fear, backing himself into the wall as the specters approach him. Watching helplessly, he screams as the apparitions engulf his body. The fingers of the shapes press into him, but unlike me, they easily penetrate his spirit, consuming his body as he lets out a guttural scream.  Then he bursts into an inferno, which is quickly sucked into the floor of the cave.

When I was released by the phantoms, I reflexively gasped for breath. Flailing backwards as I watch the forms retreat, I stop when my sight catches on a leg at me side. My leg, the one that belongs to my body, the body that no longer holds my soul.

I was dead.

I was alone.

No one would ever find me.

 

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Well, that is it. Keep in mind the pieces I post are rarely edited, so if you see flaws, sorry. Have an epic weekend :)