TERMINAL LUCIDITY

ACT I

"Terminal Lucidity"

A medical phenomenon; an unexpected return of consciousness, mental clarity or memory shortly before death in individuals with severe psychiatric or neurological disorders.

6:37PM

The sun had just about set on the cold late April night.

He quietly turned the lock on the large wooden door. He could feel the polished metal glide along his fingertips as he turned the lock. He grasped his hand on the brass doorknob and turned it, feeling the cold brass build of the knob turn as he opened the door to what would be the final night of his life.

6:31PM

The sun was setting fast, it was cold.

She put on her beanie and grabbed her backpack, and silently sulked down the carpeted hallway, she could feel the soft ness of the carpet bend and fold under her might. For once she felt on top of the world, even if it was just a carpet. She slid of the carpet into the Lino dressed concrete of the kitchen, she walked to the backdoor, a black metal screen door. She opened it and walked out, knowing that was the last time she would leave her house without chains.

To answer your question, dear reader, no they aren't lovers. They aren't friends, not yet at least. But they both suspected that this would be there last night alive, physically and or emotionally. And despite the cold night, and their racing hearts, and dark fears, for the first time in along time they felt peaceful.

And, spoiler alert, they both die by the end of this tale.

6:37PM (CONT'D)

The boy walked out into the soon to be dark night. The sun had just set, streaks of green, blue, and even yellowish red were present in the sky, although they hung very low. He could feel the cold and wet breath of night cascading along his body, he could feel it ravage his neck, making his hair's stand up like an electroshock entering his veins. He walked softly down the driveway to the road. He didn't have many goals, all except 2.

1. To try and have some sort of fun before his decided fate.

2. To kill himself before daybreak the next morning.

Dark, I'm very aware.

I know she feels guilty, or felt, but why would she care now? He got what he wanted, he's dead. She is too.

6:35PM

She walked down the up the road, where she came to a highway. She walked down the side of it, making sure to keep close to the unkept, and narrow streak of grass, the only threshold between the newly build houses and the loud, industrial highway. She could feel her heart pounding with the power of a thermonuclear reaction. She felt disassociated, like on another level of reality. It felt as if every cell in her body was screaming in agony, begging to die.

She reminded herself she would dead soon enough.

6:39PM

She eventually turned and walked down an unfinished rocky road; grass overgrown at both sides. She soon found herself on a nice, paved road in a beautiful neighborhood. She continued walking until she found herself on the edge of a tiny little island surrounded by a shallow mote, in the summer in dried, but it was currently Autum with heavy rain fall, so it of course flooded the mote around the little island, luckily there was a bridge. The bridge was wooden with large, rusted metal handles on each side. The wooden planks were jagged and uneven, some creaked, oh well, it didn't bother her, nothing really did, except one big thing.

She found herself on the tiny island, surrounded by a mote, most likely 8 feet wide at its widest and 2 feet deep at its deepest. She examined the small list of things to do on this island with her eyes. She had been here many times before but still she hadn't decided what to do here yet. She saw a few things: