It seemed like hours. Hours of me sitting here, waiting. Waiting on what you asked? I don't even know! I don't know anything anymore. What is the point of this? Of anything? I don't know anymore. Was I waiting to be rescued? I was but who was coming? No one, that was who! I had to stop wasting time waiting for someone, who clearly wasn't coming, to come and rescue me and do it myself! For I was born alone, and I will die alone. Such is life!
Everything was a beginning and an end, it was the cycle of life and death, even the earth would eventually die in time, either we humans kill her before then or the sun does, and she will come to an end. So, in theory, this void must have a place of beginning and an end. I just had to find it!
I felt the warm presence of a mothering figure surrounding me, but I couldn't figure out who it was or where it was coming from. It only made sense to try to follow that feeling instead of the bone-chilling feeling I have been feeling since I entered the void.
The motherly feeling brought me slammed up against an invisible force field, at least that's the only thing I can think of calling it. I felt across it, yep it was solid. I hit it with my fist multiple times but to no avail nothing. I added more force with the power of what I thought was an Ox and something did happen.
Pain slammed across my head and images invaded my thoughts, images of a beautiful woman who had an aura of a mother. Her smile was so bright that her eyes shone like a Pollia Condensata fruit. I must continue! This has to be the way; I have to fight through the pain in order to be free.
There were cracks in the barrier now and the pain was getting worse, it seemed like my entire body was on fire. A familiar voice drifted to me like I knew that voice all my life. That voice scolded me, soothe me, encouraged me, and laughed with me. But who did this beautiful motherly voice belong to?
I had to know, I could not suffer not knowing anymore. To not know anything about who one was or what made you was disheartening. I had to know. I HAD TO...
I beat my two fists against the cracks, screaming through the pain as I did so. The bigger the cracks the more I heard and the more I saw. It was like I was remembering...I knew her. I KNEW HER! She was my mother...and she sounded sad like she had been crying but why.
I continued to beat against the barrier, wanted more, wanted to feel, wanted to feel like myself again...
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BRAIN dead
Mystery / ThrillerIt seemed to have no concept of time, a space existing with no consequence or logic. Was this the Unseen One's doing? Was it the one they called God, responsible? Or was it that this reality was a reflection of who I am as a person? The book cover w...
