Short Stories!

Light or Dark

AN:

Sorry this took so long to get onto Wattpad. It took a while for me to make this story perfect. In my eyes at least. So, after this long wait ends, I hope those of you who read this story enjoy it.

Two years now. Two years he has been gone. Two years of me not being able to live with myself. It was all my fault. It is my fault. Two years. Two years six feet underground surrounded by a wooden box, trapped by darkness. He is gone. Darkness envelops me in a frosty cold as I sleep.

Amali! Breakfast!

My mother calls me from the downstairs kitchen, arousing me from my sleep. Light. I fight the strong urge to roll over and go back to sleep. Clambering out of bed, I embark on my mission of getting ready for the long, boring, useless day of school ahead of me.

One class after another. One fake smile serialized for the whole world to see. One day longer since I last saw my boyfriend alive. The guilt eats at my soul as if it were a plague.

Everyone says I need to move on. Move on with life, they say. Forget about him, I am told. We all have. Why won't you let go of the past Amali? Do you need help?

I am the last one honoring his memory. Honoring his life.

Every night I can hear his laughter. I can still feel his warm breath caress the soft skin of my neck. His blue eyes haunt my dreams as I suspend my consciousness. The soft, quiet whispers of our lost dreams follow my every movement of every day.

A party. A beer. Lost car keys. A ride home.

Depression. Lost thoughts. The kitchen. A knife. Pain. Blood.

Eternal darkness.

I should have stayed with him. It is my fault.

The first days were quiet. My mom was quiet. My teachers. The students around me in the halls. A few weeks pass by in a blur. Patches of morning and night, warmth and frore. Then a month. People surrounded me. They talked to me. They tried to fix what was already broken beyond repair. Two months. A year. Faint memories and pain is all that remains. Two years gone without any light in the vast expanse of darkness that now surrounds me.

A mere glimpse of the girl I was. The person I used to be. He was my other half. There is no going back.

The same thing for days. Light mornings, school, fake smiles, dark and lonely nights, shadowy memories, pain from loss of more than just a life. Light mornings, school, fake smiles, dark and lonely nights, shadowy memories, pain from loss of more than just a life. Over and over again. It never ends.

Two lives made into one. One spirit from two. One soul ripped in half by a knife and two incisions on the arms.

I need to go to the store, mom says.

I will be here waiting, I reply.

Go to the mall; Or the movies; Go be with people your age; Not just up in your room, I am commanded.

Do I have to, I reply.

Yes; Now go.

Shoes. Makeup. Hair. Money. My... no, his jacket. It still smells like his cologne.

The car. The one that was his. The keys. The ones that he lost.

Emotion. Tears. Light. Horn. Dark.

Amali! My mother.

Amali! My father.

Amali! Him. The one that I lost so long ago.

His voice, smooth like honey, beacons me. Leads me down a tunnel. Leads me to light.

Amali, he says, wake up; Fight; Turn around; Go back to your mother.

His voice surrounds me. It gets closer. It gets louder. So long I have longed to hear that sound. So long I have waited. He appears right in front of me.

Your mom calls you; She prays you return to her, he says.

But I want to be with you, I cry.

I know my love; I know; I watch you; Every day; You must go back, he says.

It hurts too much; With you it doesn't.

I know; But it is not your time to come to the dark Amali.

It wasn't your time either; You left me. Tears fall down my face.

His hands wipe away the tears. I wipe away his.

I know; And it pains me every day; I know I can't force you to go back; But I hope that you do.

It is your choice Amali; It is your choice.

My choice. It is my choice. Do I choose light or dark? Light or dark? Light? Dark?

I will always love you no matter what you choose, he says to me.

Come back to me Amali; Come back to me, mother.

Light?

Dark?

Memories of happy times. My mom and dad. The park. My first overnight. My first boyfriend. Mason.

What is your choice Amali, he asks me.

Mom and dad? The life I have, as painful as it is? School and friends?

Mason? My pain gone? A life that won't end?

Light?

Dark?

Which is which any more? What do I choose? Which will bring my spirit more joy? Life or death? Death or life?

I love you, Mason, the love of my life, I choose to...

Yellow and orange surround me. Falling slowly, gracefully. It lines the paths of the park as if the leaves were a blanket. Yellow and orange trees hang above my head. The green leaves have changed.

Color and music.

Laughter. Joy. Light.

Peace.

Dogs bark in the distance. Kids run in circles around me. Me and...