The Support Group

Chapter 11 - Delaney

I google in more depth about this cult. I need to find out who they are and if Mara's dad has any connection to them at all. Although I can't seem to shake off the thought of her hating me when she finds out that i've been in depth researching about her family.

I google a few things to try to get this cult to come up, nothing for awhile, just a bunch of mathematic solutions involving triangles. Soon enough more stuff about the cult is coming up. It's name is anonymous to anyone who isn't apart of it. There have been a bunch of killings involving the cult. Whether it was members speaking its name, disobeying any rules they have and so forth. I found a website though that talks about the three dots and the meaning it relates to with death.

The first dot resembles pain. The pain of the first bullet, the pain of life. The first thing you experience in death is the pain. Whether it be through the pain of that first moment of being shot or the deeper meaning to it. The one moment of pain which starts the idea of death to run through your mind, that one painful moment that doesn't leave your mind. Examples used on the website are loss of loved ones, bullying, heartbreak. Anything which you consider to be painful.

The second dot is the one to the left, resembling suffering. The moment before death but after pain is suffering. Before one dies they suffer, whether it be a long slow suffering or it be a quick suffering, only being a minute. The point is though is that everyone suffers before they die. It can be seen in the long days of going to school and everyone just tormenting you, suffocating you, struggling to breath in a metaphoric sense - this is considered suffering.

The last and the final dot is death. Which is pretty straight forward, death is the stage in which you die, no longer living, are finally are free from all the pain and suffering in which the person experienced before there final passing. Many don't refer to it through death though, the refer to it as relief.

After reading this my mind dodges any thoughts on this theory and go straight to somewhere else. One of Mikes short stories relates directly to this idea of faith.

Take me away from this pain.

Its cold, the wind is rough as it hits my face. The sky's a dark blue, a very dark blue, so dark that you could almost mistake it for the colour black. Clouds are covering the night sky allowing no stars to shine in this evening, leaving the sky to look empty, plain, with a lonely vibe flowing with the wind.

I stand on the hospital balcony, leaning against the cold, dark grey ledge. I have my forehead resting in the palm of my hands. There is no one around not a creep or a sound. As I close my eyes her face appears. Her sweet and gentle face, a face with such loving big blue eyes and a smile that made you feel nothing but happiness. I feel angry though. I no longer feel happy, instead my body just floods with pain flowing through my body making it hard to breath.

She is gone. She was taken too soon. She was taken at such a young age. Only an Infant ripped from the hands of her loving parents. Her body will forever lie lifeless, moulding and rotting in the ground.

I start to cough. A painful cough that brings my body to the ground and I lie on the cold, tiled surface huddled into a ball. My mind looses control and I begin to weep, taking all my energy out of me. Coughing every last piece of strength out of me.

I look through the tiny crack that is in-between this cold tied surface and the balcony fence trying to keep my body safe. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to jump, I need to jump. I pull my body up, gripping on to the balcony with the little strength I have left inside me. As I look down at the 20 stories and I finally feel a sense of relief. I spread my arms forward and allow this piercing cold wind take my body away until I see nothing. Just a dark, lifeless colour we all seem to refer to as black.

The resemblance isn't as obvious as it was in the pervious story relating to the three bullets. When you are a literature student though you seem to find the resemblance to pieces in almost anything whether intentional or not. I look for the date of this piece to discover it was written 3 days before his death. My mind goes wild at this point. He must have known. Maybe thats why he was murdered because he found out about this cult and was releasing its secrecy in his short stories. You'd have to be very cleaver to work this all out but it must all be here, in his stories.