My Randoms

It's Just Luck

My flash fiction piece for English...

This is my take on how people feel after they've lost everything, where there is no more hope in their souls and they just give up. This piece is about a little boy, who had been through all that. Just don't be expecting a happily ever after.

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Black, miles upon miles; it was all black. There was no light, no sound, no nothing. It was a terrifying emptiness that never seemed to go away, never seemed to end. I wasn't cold anymore, I felt no pain, no emotions, no need for food. I felt absolutely nothing, other than the washing over me of an eerie calm - a calm that settled permanently and wasn't ever going to lift. It wasn't going to lift, just like the darkness was never going to rise. The rest of this -whatever this was- was going to stay like this forever. I thought I would have seen my family once more at least - expected, no prayed -that I would have rejoined them in the afterlife. They weren't there, here, whereever this was, this black abyss that consumed everything. I presume I should feel happy, joyful, contentment, anything positive, since I knew I had gotten my wish. I felt nothing though, nothing but the calmness that took me captive in a steel grip. I knew right then that I was forever lost in this black and empty abyss, with no hope of ever seeing the light again.

Everything sparkled, glimmered and glowed with elegance; some would say it was too bright. I remember the clean scent of the house, the aroma I inhaled after seeing the plate filled with food being placed down before me. I remembered the smiles, the laughs, the noises that filled my ears with their constant music. I was forgetting their habits though, forgetting almost every important detail. It was all slipping through my fingers like warm ice cream, leaving only the sticky sweet licks of what had been. My parents smiled at me in those small, sticky stains on my hands, golden expressions filled with love and endearment. I craved the warmth it presented, the love and the comfortable heat that wrapped me in a delicate embrace.

Then their smiles began to melt off their faces like molten lava running down the sides of the volcano. The glow, the beautiful golden aura changed and morphed into a monster, a beast that licked and flickered with flashes blue and consumed everything with reds and oranges. The heat swelled, shifting from its comfortable caress to a burning fever that tore at my body in an agonizing clasp. I choked on thick fog, a dark cloud that engulfed my parents' now terrified faces into its murky depths.

I shivered, sitting in the cold, dark alley soaked to the bone. Curled up in a ball, I sobbed until my throat burned and my dry eyes itched. I wore flimsy, dirty rags that I called clothes -clothes I had since I was released from the place that had burned my nostrils with its sickly clean scent that tried to cover the scent of death that dripped off the place. I hugged myself tightly as I wished for my life before, before the red monster had consumed it all and tore it all away from me. I prayed to whatever god out there would listen to my plea, begged for a closure on the life that was only Hell.

They had told me, "You're lucky to be alive. It should have killed you."

Sitting here -cold, crying and starving- I knew something they didn't. I knew they were one hundred percent wrong; I knew they had been mistaken in their accusation. I wasn't lucky, not even the slightest.

I finally gave into the darkness that swarmed around the edges of my vision. The answers to my prayers had finally been achieved as my numb and cold body fell slack against the wall of that very small and dark alley. The darkness consumed me, taking me away from the bitterness, and keeping me captive in the abyss forever, never to see the light again as the eerie calmness slid over me, and I tumbled into the black hole.