My Random Short-Stories of Death

Too Far Away

The smiles on their faces are wide and terrifying. Each one of them is holding two hunting knives. I turn desperately, trying to find a way out, but they have already surrounded me in a matter of seconds. I run to the nearest exit, only to be pushed back to the center of the circle, which is shrinking as they step forward slowly. I am tempted to try again, but I know that it is pointless to struggle. Then, from right in front of me, a woman steps out of line. Her skin is as white as the moon and glows with a faint light. Her long black hair is pulled into a high ponytail and she wears a black leather jumpsuit. By the way she hold herself and the way the others bow their heads in respect as she passes them, circling me, I can tell that she is the leader.

After she has circled me three times, she stops, about three feet away from me. I force myself to stare up into her cold, unblinking, pure black eyes and try not to show my fear. Then she opens her mouth and says the words that I have been dreading for as long as I can remember. "It's time." She smiles at me cruelly before throwing her knife at me. Even before the sharp tip of the blade touches me, I scream.

I scream and scream and scream and scream. I scream until I run out of air, which is when I wake up from the sound coming from my own mouth. It is full of despair, misery, fear and pain. I stop and bury my face in my pillow, sobbing into it as I start to cry miserably.

I hear quick footsteps and someone shouting my name distantly. I open my eyes and look up just in time to see him run through the already-open door. He notices the tears on my face and his expression goes from worried to even more worried and concern. This is the reason why I love him - he cares about me.

He runs through the door and kneels by my bed. I look up into his caring and perfect eyes and he asks me a silent question; What's wrong? "Stupid dream," I mumble. With anyone else, I would have been ashamed or embarrassed, but I feel so open to him, that I do not care. He pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I cry into his chest and am reminded of how perfect he is and how much I love him.

After a moment, he pulls away. Better? he asks silently. I nod, giving him a small but teary smile. And then something happens. I don't know why he does it, but he gently kisses my forehead, then stands back up. He smiles at me. Then he closes his eyes and fades to nothingness, disappearing completely.

A normal person would freak out, but I'm used to it. I let myself fall on the bed and the tears start again. I start sobbing so hard that I can barely breathe. And this time, with no him to calm me down, I don't stop.

And that's when I realize that he was never real. All these things that I've been seeing, they aren't real. None of them are. None of them. I just made them up, imagined them. It was merely my mind playing tricks on me. It was the insanity that I had hoped would go away, but clearly hadn't.

Rage fills my body. I am beyond angry at this point, because I know what's about to happen; I'm going to go to the hospital for a month or so, then get therapy until I finally manage to run away again, then I'll get another attack and the cycle will repeat. I am so angry at my mind for doing this to me every time, that I lose control. My mind becomes powerless against my body and I cannot control what I am doing anymore. I start to laugh. I don't know why. My mind is pissed, but my body seems to find it hilarious.

And so I laugh. I laugh and I laugh and I laugh hysterically. I laugh a crazy, insane, evil laugh that I cannot control. I start to struggle with my breathing, but I can't stop it, it's too late now. I need the doctors to find me, but when they do, it'll be too late. And so I allow myself to laugh, thinking that, surely, it will soon end...but it does not. I laugh until I can't breathe. My mind wants to stop, but I just...can't.

And then I realize something. My dream must somehow have something to do with my losing control again. I think of what is happening. I am having an insanity attack, as I sometimes call it and I am almost dying. These things are my greatest fears. The woman in my dream...I was terrified of her. She was my greatest fear...that woman...she was insanity and death. And she had said 'It's time....'

That's when I stop laughing. My lungs are empty and are not refilling. I try to breath, but I'm choking on my empty and deflated lungs. I start coughing, but instead of there just being air that comes out of my mouth, blood is sprayed as well, leaving my lips and blankets speckled with tiny red dots.

And that's when I realize that this time, I won't have a happy ending; this time, the ambulance won't come to save me; this time my biggest problem won't be the blank walls caging me in, because my lungs are not magically going to fill themselves again.

I keep gasping for air and even though I know it's pointless, my human body and instinct do not allow me to just give up and let it end. So I keep coughing.

And then it does ends. I attempt to breathe one last time, cough and then I fall back down onto the bed, my body going limp and still, and so does my heart. My last image is of him kneeling over me, concern and caring on his perfect face, as well as tears; and I want to reach out, I want to tell him I'm okay, I want to be with him, but I know I can't. I'm already too far away.