Diary of the Damned
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,027
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue: Already Dead
Prologue:
Already Dead
It was a bright happy day in September but inside it was dark. Not that there wasn't enough light, it was just dark in a different way.
Among the panes of light shining in through the windows and the background noise of small birds, sparrows I think, lie me, sprawled out on the floor with nothing left inside of me; I lie limp in a tone of red contrasting the light shading of the carpet.
I had done it, I had finally done it "” or so I had hoped for, pleaded for.
There I lie, not as I wished, away from hope; it could still slip up next to me and it did. Sorrowfully or fortunately, that is for you to decide.
At the time, I yearned for being beyond the reach of anything, but like everything else in my life, my plan fell to pieces. Not big pieces that can be placed back together but infinitesimally small pieces so that my abrupt actions, which were in my opinion inescapable, could never be salvaged.
This is how my life started, oddly enough, with it almost ending. This is not a story of hope, but a diary of the damned. The damned that can't escape reality and life no matter how hard they try.
~~~~~~~~~
It was an equally sunny day in Chicago, somewhat brisk, but not cold, just invigorating.
It was a nice enough day that Shelly decided to go take a quick jaunt across the U.S. and visit her little brother. He had just finished his third year of college; only a few more to go to get his degree in Chaos mathematics and one in linguistics. One of those was just a hobby but neither Shelly nor her little brother knew which one.
"˜It is such a nice day to jump into an airport,' she thought with dread: "˜Airports have to be one of the worst places in the world. How she hated to fight through crowds of grumpy people yelling at each other in a din of mixed guttural consonants and slurring elisions.'
Usually she would rather take a charter bus to Hades before going into one but she was genuinely worried about her brother.
His grades weren't slipping; everything in his life seemed to be perfect. There was a problem she just couldn't put her finger on what it was; something just didn't fell right. She got through her life this far through touch she couldn't mistrust herself now.
"Here we go," the blandness of the words almost made them sound as if they were quoted. She walked the rest to the airport door, and stopped short.
"Hades or Nathan, Hades or Nathan, Hades or Nathan?" After minutes of debating, she finally chose her brother.
"˜The people here must think I am mentally disturbed or something, standing outside of the door chanting "˜Hades or Nathan' like a mantra.'
She quickly walked in, it ike ike a cold pool, you just have to take a plunge"¦
"˜On Y Vas!'
"˜Well"¦'
"˜Ich bin"¦'
"˜A-raoir?'
"Here we go," she knew this would happen; yet somehow she was surprised at the headache similar to the size and shape of a Volkswagen maturing between her temples.
She remembered how her brother loved airports. He loved the mix of languages; he could sit hours just listening to the passengers speak to each other.
"My brother, that is why I put up with this. When I find him"¦"
Futility rose in her voice. She would scold him when she laid eyes on him "” when she found out he was fine, that is. Somewhere in her she knew something had to have happened to him. Something had been missing, or rather, something was present when she last talked to him: a subdued quiver deep in his voice. It was probably nothing; Shelly wasn't one to worry. That was her brother's forte.
" get get this over with."
Again, she heard the clash of foreign tongues and obstinately pulled a gold MP3 player out of her small purse. She put the piece in her ear and was soothed "” if that is a word that could be associated with the sharp disjointed music of Orgy that resounded "” by music.
She hurried through the airport and looked at the flight board.
Her plane was late.
"What a surprise, a plane in America running off schedule." Her foot started to tap. Everyone, watch out.
Already Dead
It was a bright happy day in September but inside it was dark. Not that there wasn't enough light, it was just dark in a different way.
Among the panes of light shining in through the windows and the background noise of small birds, sparrows I think, lie me, sprawled out on the floor with nothing left inside of me; I lie limp in a tone of red contrasting the light shading of the carpet.
I had done it, I had finally done it "” or so I had hoped for, pleaded for.
There I lie, not as I wished, away from hope; it could still slip up next to me and it did. Sorrowfully or fortunately, that is for you to decide.
At the time, I yearned for being beyond the reach of anything, but like everything else in my life, my plan fell to pieces. Not big pieces that can be placed back together but infinitesimally small pieces so that my abrupt actions, which were in my opinion inescapable, could never be salvaged.
This is how my life started, oddly enough, with it almost ending. This is not a story of hope, but a diary of the damned. The damned that can't escape reality and life no matter how hard they try.
~~~~~~~~~
It was an equally sunny day in Chicago, somewhat brisk, but not cold, just invigorating.
It was a nice enough day that Shelly decided to go take a quick jaunt across the U.S. and visit her little brother. He had just finished his third year of college; only a few more to go to get his degree in Chaos mathematics and one in linguistics. One of those was just a hobby but neither Shelly nor her little brother knew which one.
"˜It is such a nice day to jump into an airport,' she thought with dread: "˜Airports have to be one of the worst places in the world. How she hated to fight through crowds of grumpy people yelling at each other in a din of mixed guttural consonants and slurring elisions.'
Usually she would rather take a charter bus to Hades before going into one but she was genuinely worried about her brother.
His grades weren't slipping; everything in his life seemed to be perfect. There was a problem she just couldn't put her finger on what it was; something just didn't fell right. She got through her life this far through touch she couldn't mistrust herself now.
"Here we go," the blandness of the words almost made them sound as if they were quoted. She walked the rest to the airport door, and stopped short.
"Hades or Nathan, Hades or Nathan, Hades or Nathan?" After minutes of debating, she finally chose her brother.
"˜The people here must think I am mentally disturbed or something, standing outside of the door chanting "˜Hades or Nathan' like a mantra.'
She quickly walked in, it ike ike a cold pool, you just have to take a plunge"¦
"˜On Y Vas!'
"˜Well"¦'
"˜Ich bin"¦'
"˜A-raoir?'
"Here we go," she knew this would happen; yet somehow she was surprised at the headache similar to the size and shape of a Volkswagen maturing between her temples.
She remembered how her brother loved airports. He loved the mix of languages; he could sit hours just listening to the passengers speak to each other.
"My brother, that is why I put up with this. When I find him"¦"
Futility rose in her voice. She would scold him when she laid eyes on him "” when she found out he was fine, that is. Somewhere in her she knew something had to have happened to him. Something had been missing, or rather, something was present when she last talked to him: a subdued quiver deep in his voice. It was probably nothing; Shelly wasn't one to worry. That was her brother's forte.
" get get this over with."
Again, she heard the clash of foreign tongues and obstinately pulled a gold MP3 player out of her small purse. She put the piece in her ear and was soothed "” if that is a word that could be associated with the sharp disjointed music of Orgy that resounded "” by music.
She hurried through the airport and looked at the flight board.
Her plane was late.
"What a surprise, a plane in America running off schedule." Her foot started to tap. Everyone, watch out.