The Wailing

Chapter Eighteen: Over and Over Again

The rain was cold on my skin. I didn't understand what was actually happening at this point. I stare down at the wet, Moss ground and glance at my wrists. They were complet clean of everything. No blood, no cuts, just bare pale skin.

"Lathious?". I whispered into the stormy afternoon. No answer, not even a presence in my own head could be felt. There were no birds, deer, or any animals in fact. I was completely alone in the wet landscape. I picked myself up and wiped the mud and moss off of my clothing. Everything looked normal, except there was no life besides plants and trees everywhere. I slowly walked through the storming woods to see if there was anyone in sight, but there wasn't.

"Where the hell am I?". I whispered.

"Welcome to your own personal death Larson". I jumped out of my skin and flung my body around to swing at the figure. Nothing was there, not even a breeze of wind.

"Who said that?". I yelled out. I'm guessing I was successful with my plan, so my final conclusion was this is death.

"Suicide? Was that really the best option Larson?". I turned around and around to find the deep voice calling upon me but was not successful.

"Who are You ?". I asked more to myself then the voice, but t responded anyways.

"A friend, a foe, that depends on you". I knew this voice. Seems like I always recognized voices before i actually put a face to them these days.

"Look dude, I don't know who you are but I'm done with games!". I screamed out over the pouring rain. The voice chuckled which shook the trees and ground I stood on.

"Oh I am very well aware. In fact, you were so done with games that you took your own life didn't you?".

"Why does it matter now? I'm dead anyways right?". I mumbled sarcastically.

"You died for a reason you get to fulfill here". It laughed.

"What do you mean!". I yelled out in frustration. When it gave me no response I started walking away from where I stood. "I'm so done with this crap". I snapped. I walked through two trees but came across the spot I was just standing in. "What?". I whispered. I walked in a different direction but still came up to the spot I originally started at.

"Had enough?". The voice sang.

"Yes! Death is supposed to be peaceful! Leave me be!". I yelled around in frustration.

"You act as if death is a thing that happens". It replied.

"It does, everybody knows that". I snapped.

"But my boy, what if death was a person?". The rain stopped dead mid air. All sounds around me completely vanished as if time itself was standing still. From around a tree to my left, a figure emerged from the forest and stood before me.

"No freaking way". I whispered in disbelief. The guy from Tate's group stood before me and smiled.

"I am death, and I control you now. You took your own life because you felt nothing, now you will feel anything and everything over and over again until you are ready to cross over. Until then, you will feel the worst pain you will ever feel". Mavious waved his hands in the air and I flung backwards at the speed of light. Trees and houses past my vision but it was too quick to see what it looked like. My arms and legs were i front of my body like someone punch my straight in the stomach. I continued to slice through the air until  I was knocked into a hard surface and everything went black.

***

"Wake up boy!". A hard smack to my left cheek made me dart my eyes open. My father stood before me holding his black belt I so desperately hated. We were in the living room of our house. Beer bottles were surrounding us making little room to squirm around while my father pinned me to the floor.