He breathed heavily. He had a fever that he caught 2 days ago. The fever was strong he could barely move out of his bed. Multiple spirits were all there whispering to the ears and mind of Jack each and one of them whispering something else he could not understand the words at this point his mind was cloudy and all the words were going over each even if the sentences they made were real sentences because of the many spirits talking all at once he could not make any of them out.
He closed his eyes, he just wanted to rest for now, not listen to any of their words, their oh so hateful words that he would always hear the moment they appear. It did not take long, and Jack drifted into a deep sleep, one where there was no sorrow or anything as in this sleep, he saw nothing, the pure darkness was around him. He was asleep, he was aware he was asleep, but he had no control over his dreams there he was in complete darkness the only place where he had peace in his life no trouble, no words are being said to hurt him and no one to blame him for anything.
He opened his eyes, and he did not wake up. It was different he felt drunk, and he saw at his right hand he held a beer of "Oettinger". >Huh... Oettinger? < Jack thought to himself that was something he did not see for a long time. He sat in a bar and right in front of him was someone. The moment he saw his face, his eyes widened the face of a comrade, a friend, someone that was close to him in the army.
>>What's wrong Jack you seem like you had seen a ghost<< His friend remarked he held the same alcohol bottle seeming however less drunk. Jack had his hands on the table pushing himself up to sit straight and looked at Flame his friend.
>>I-I<< what did he want to say he did not know what he should even say. He had the feeling this was only a dream, however this feeling of drunkenness, the loud noises from his leg that had fallen asleep, his not missing left arm and constant headache all of that was too real for it all to be just a dream. >Just like that one time...< That was in the thought of Jack he remembers how he had experienced something like that once already, but he could not remember it that well.
>>Cheer up man seems you had a bad dream in the short while you were asleep because of the alcohol<< he said it cheekily. He drank the alcohol with Jack eyes just following the way he drank it he looked at his bottle of alcohol. As he was about to drink it there was a smell, the smell of rotten eggs.
>Rotten eggs...! < there was realization he realized what was going to happen he wanted to shout he reached his hand to Flame but he was too late an explosion occurred and he saw as Flame was swallowed by the flames. The scenario changed. It was a dream, it was just a dream, however it was too real of a dream. It was like back then he was reminded of the past of a place he was in that was like hell what he thought was just a dream before like now. Rain fell down. Flame lied down on the ground, his face completely burned, the skull partly exposed and more of his body being burned Flame was dead.
He looked around and everyone else was dead too, everyone except him, he touched the left side of his face and felt the burnt skin, it was completely burnt he could feel all of it his left hand as the same way also burnt. Flame suddenly grabbed the leg of Jack pulling himself up and speaking in a deep voice: >>I died because of you<< the voice was filled with hatred and great agony each time Flame moved Jack saw the pain he flinched out of pain every single time but clanged upon Jack shoulders.
>>I died because of you, you killed me you are the reason it all happened<< those were lies Jack knew it but he could not help but cry these memories all came up in his mind the memories were all vivid he was mumbling the words >>I 'am sorry I 'am sorry I 'am just so sorry" he was crying as he was saying that and woke up he had clenched his chest his heart was beating and cold sweat.
>>Why don't you just kill yourself Jack? Maybe this time you will stay dead<< Flame spirit spoke. There Jack looked at him and a weak smile came on his face, he smiled with emotions in them and excitement.
>>That's right...I just end myself<<.
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It was a sunny day the sky was there no clouds or anything it was as beautiful as it could be with Jack there on a cliff he looked at the far his eyes there and glowing he had a smile on his face and said: >>Death is the way to escape suffering and denying death any longer it will make it worse for me<< and he jumped down from the cliff hitting the ground straight with his head. The skull broke the flesh squeezing and the entire head exploded like a balloon with the blood and brain mass spreading around like water that was once in a balloon. The bones at his chest pierced his organs cleanly the bones at his arms and legs busted out of there through his flesh bending and breaking in the end.
There it was the dead body of Jack being there no one would know he had died he had no meaning in this world and live there was nothing for someone like him in this world that was once his home.
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Man of Misfortune
خيال (فانتازيا)A story about a man whose desire of living had long died with death following where ever he goes. No matter what the man did death was after him with the forces of above watching over the man. (This is a more of my bad stories that I had made but th...
