Path Of Hate

Path of hate

Dripping can be heard from the distance. It smells like wet concrete. The air is think and unpleasant. But, none of that matters. What matters is what he could see. But, it appears to be terribly dark. So they try to stand up. his muscles are failing a little, feeling worn out, like a day after a shopping spree. He walks forwards only to walk into a wall. A wet wall. It doesn't feel like water.

A blinding light lightens the room. It takes a couple of seconds for his eyes. He can finally identify what was the liquored he felt. To his horror of course, blood.

A scream was attempted but failed quickly. His through was too dry to even attempt to speak. He turned and say a lonely door. He stepped towards the door. He turned the handle, only to fail again. He's not very smart is he. Why would I leave a door unlocked?

"Maybe you need to look for a key". Maybe that will help him. Now he looks around searching for a voice. This is going to take a while.

"The room is empty", he shouts at me, well, tries to. Ah, I forgot to put a key in. How could I forget something like that?
Let's just put a table in the room, I'll put two keys of the table, one white, one black. I hope he picks the black one, most people choose the white one. It makes the game end straight away.
He picked up the black key! Yes, David!

Now he walks towards the door, that's it. He puts the key in. almost there! He opens the door!
He walks to the other side; he walks down a long pathway. He is faced with two doors. A red door and a blue door.

"The secret is, the red door will show you a bad memory, but one you need to see. The other will show you a good memory, that means nothing. Please pick carefully. I trust you David". I hope he picks the red door.

He walks towards the blue door, no David! He touches the handle. Turn back, wrong door. He opens the door. But he doesn't walk in. he shuts the door and walks into the red door. That's my boy.
He walks in and freezes when he hears her voice.

"David, maybe we should just go home. I don't want to be out here", she tells him.

"It's okay, I'm here. Let's just sit out here", he laughs.

"No", David coughs.

"This is a memory David, shhh". So rude David.

"So, let's stay out here in the dark", he smiles.

"I'm, I don't want to", she says.

"What are you afraid or something", he laughs.

"I'm going home", she says walking away.

"Get back here" he says as he hits her. She runs.

"That was the last time you saw her right?"

David nods. David walk forward until he reaches two doors. One says, "Apologise", the other; "forget".

"One door will let you wake up, and go find her. Apologise to her, make it right. The other, well the other lets you hide and forget. You won't ever have to see her again, please pick wisely, David".
He goes to apologise. Good David, good.

He walks and sees his mother.
"Do you think David would even recognise me if he saw me. It's been five years since he even bothered to pick up the phone. He missed his sister's wedding for god sakes", his mother cries.
"I'm sorry mum", David coughs.
"Again, David. She can't hear you".

His mother walks away. David moves forwards.

He stops at two doors.

"The door on your left, that door leads to you talking to your mum. The one on your right is ignoring her. Your choice".

He runs to the one on the left. He runs in to see a girl. His sister when they were younger.

"Come on big brother, let's go climb our tree", she giggles.

"No", he replies.

"But we always climb the tree", she mumbles.

"Climbing trees are stupid. Grow up. I'm your brother not your friend", he shouts. She cries and runs off.

"Sorry", David croaks out.

"She can't hear you David. She's in your head".

He walks forward to the door. One says, "Friends", one says, "Ignore".

"Pick".

He doesn't even think before he goes to the one saying friends.
He walks into the room. Its him. He sits on his computer playing games. Doing nothing with his life.

"That's you. That's who you have become. That boy. Who talks to no one. Who breaks everything he touches. The ruins everything that involves effort. That's you".
"Oh", was all David said.

"There are two doors. One is death, one is life. I think it's time to make a change".

It took David a long time to decide between the two. He walked towards death.
"Not so fast".

"What, my choice", he growls.
"Yes it is. But you can't decide this just based on a quick thought. Not every question can be solved with just walking through a door. Read the door. Think about what's behind each door. Are you ready to just go? Just leave the earth? just remember. If you choice death, you will never be able to fix your mistakes. You will never get to apologise to Fiona. Never get to speak to your mum. Never get to help yourself".

"Who are you, why do you care", he coughs and yells.

"I am you, that's why I care". Come on David, you can figure it out.

"What did you mean, I could wake up", he questions.

"Ah, you're in a coma. On the verge of death. I am trying to help myself to wake up. But you had to see, we had to see".

He walks to the other door. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. He walks through.

Bye Bye, David. I hope you use this to help yourself. To help us.