Into the Darkness
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
928
Reviews:
3
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.
Into the Darkness
Title: Into the Darkness
Author: Taryn Mercury
Summary: A short story. A man reflects on what went wrong in his life moments before he dies.
Rating: R
Archive: no
Feedback: YES! PLEASE! We writers thrive on it. Please be constructive.
Into the Darkness
This man once had a full life. He had a family, a nice house, a job, money.
He got up every morning and went to work. Came home to his wife and kids. Went on family vacations, went to church, hung out with the guys playing basketball on the weekends. It was the same thing, day in and day out for years but it was a nice comfortable life. What had a happened to take him to this place where he was now. This dirty, dingy apartment with paint peeling off the walls, roaches crawling everywhere. How did he get here? What was that fateful event that led him to this very moment? He couldn't remember anymore. How long had he been in this place? He couldn't remember that anymore either. The noise. Fuck, the noise drove him crazy. Constant sirens, people screaming, car alarms going off, garbage cans banging. He hated the noise. He drank down the last of the bottle of cheap whiskey and lit a cigarette. This whiskey wasn't making the noise go away, in fact, it seemed to amplify it. It wasn't just the noise. It was the thoughts, the memories. Those drove him more crazy that the noise did. He rummaged around the dirty apartment looking for the stash. He found his case with the needle and the spoon and cooked up the heroin. Sitting back on the bed he plunged the needle deep into his arm waiting to forget the noise and the pain. A wave of tranquility came over him. It was peaceful. It was all he looked forward to anymore, this feeling. It made him forget everything and not feel anything. He didn't like feeling anymore because nothing felt good, ever. Nothing smelled good, tasted good. This warm feeling washing over him was the only thing he liked anymore. The only thing he lived for anymore. The sounds of the street below were fading. He got up and looked out the window. He took a deep drag off the cigarette and exhaled looking at the activity below. In his haze he saw people laughing, talking, fighting, running, getting in and out of cars. Police cars driving by with the sirens blaring. The sun in the sky had sunk low to the horizon and the fluorescent signs were flickering on. Focusing on them was getting difficult. They were getting blurry and leaving trails of brilliant colors in a path. As he stood there weaving back and forth a sudden powerful wave of nausea came over him. He rushed to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Gut wrenching spasms came from deep within him. He was dizzy. Why was he getting so sick? This didn't usually happen. Must have gotten some bad shit, he thought to himself. He turned to walk out of the bathroom when he felt his legs fold beneath him. He smashed his head on the counter as he went down. It seemed to happen in slow motion. He felt warm blood flowing down his face getting into his eyes and the cold floor against his cheek. He tried to stand but the room was getting dark and he was feeling cold all over. He was sweating profusely and the urge to throw up again became overpowering. His stomach wretched once again. He rolled over and the room got darker and darker. He tried opening his eyes wide but the darkness enveloped him. Out of the blackness he started seeing images. Bizarre images started to flash before his eyes. Distorted images of his mother washing clothes, cooking dinner interrupted by the vision of a fire. In the middle of the fire he saw his mother screaming and the flesh melting off her face. The image faded into his wife on their wedding day. She had looked so beautiful walking down the aisle in her white wedding gown. He saw his daughter being born but her face suddenly turned into his little brother. He watched a replay of him at 6 years old being hit by a car. He saw his brother fly into the air and then hit the pavement with such force his head exploded. Suddenly he saw himself playing in the creek behind the house he lived in when he was 12. He saw himself riding his bike to school at 15. He was with friends at the bar drinking beers, laughing and throwing darts. He saw his wife screaming at him as he was walking out the door with suitcases in his hand. Images started coming faster and faster, flashing by like pictures on a movie screen. It all stopped and he was floating into darkness. There was suddenly a dim point of light that grew bigger and bigger until it was a tunnel. He saw his mom standing there smiling at him holding hands with his little brother. Then his grandmother was there smiling at him too. One by one people he knew were appearing. He could barely see them, they seemed hazy. They were talking to him but he couldn't hear them to make out the words. He saw them waving and he was once more plunged into darkness.
What happens during those final moments? Is what we see another realm beyond our own world or is it just the neurons in our brain misfiring chemicals that bring out those memories that reside in the deep recesses of our mind. Are we dreaming when we die or are we remembering? Are we really seeing loved ones welcoming us to the other side or is it all a hallucination brought on by dying brain cells?
Author: Taryn Mercury
Summary: A short story. A man reflects on what went wrong in his life moments before he dies.
Rating: R
Archive: no
Feedback: YES! PLEASE! We writers thrive on it. Please be constructive.
Into the Darkness
This man once had a full life. He had a family, a nice house, a job, money.
He got up every morning and went to work. Came home to his wife and kids. Went on family vacations, went to church, hung out with the guys playing basketball on the weekends. It was the same thing, day in and day out for years but it was a nice comfortable life. What had a happened to take him to this place where he was now. This dirty, dingy apartment with paint peeling off the walls, roaches crawling everywhere. How did he get here? What was that fateful event that led him to this very moment? He couldn't remember anymore. How long had he been in this place? He couldn't remember that anymore either. The noise. Fuck, the noise drove him crazy. Constant sirens, people screaming, car alarms going off, garbage cans banging. He hated the noise. He drank down the last of the bottle of cheap whiskey and lit a cigarette. This whiskey wasn't making the noise go away, in fact, it seemed to amplify it. It wasn't just the noise. It was the thoughts, the memories. Those drove him more crazy that the noise did. He rummaged around the dirty apartment looking for the stash. He found his case with the needle and the spoon and cooked up the heroin. Sitting back on the bed he plunged the needle deep into his arm waiting to forget the noise and the pain. A wave of tranquility came over him. It was peaceful. It was all he looked forward to anymore, this feeling. It made him forget everything and not feel anything. He didn't like feeling anymore because nothing felt good, ever. Nothing smelled good, tasted good. This warm feeling washing over him was the only thing he liked anymore. The only thing he lived for anymore. The sounds of the street below were fading. He got up and looked out the window. He took a deep drag off the cigarette and exhaled looking at the activity below. In his haze he saw people laughing, talking, fighting, running, getting in and out of cars. Police cars driving by with the sirens blaring. The sun in the sky had sunk low to the horizon and the fluorescent signs were flickering on. Focusing on them was getting difficult. They were getting blurry and leaving trails of brilliant colors in a path. As he stood there weaving back and forth a sudden powerful wave of nausea came over him. He rushed to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Gut wrenching spasms came from deep within him. He was dizzy. Why was he getting so sick? This didn't usually happen. Must have gotten some bad shit, he thought to himself. He turned to walk out of the bathroom when he felt his legs fold beneath him. He smashed his head on the counter as he went down. It seemed to happen in slow motion. He felt warm blood flowing down his face getting into his eyes and the cold floor against his cheek. He tried to stand but the room was getting dark and he was feeling cold all over. He was sweating profusely and the urge to throw up again became overpowering. His stomach wretched once again. He rolled over and the room got darker and darker. He tried opening his eyes wide but the darkness enveloped him. Out of the blackness he started seeing images. Bizarre images started to flash before his eyes. Distorted images of his mother washing clothes, cooking dinner interrupted by the vision of a fire. In the middle of the fire he saw his mother screaming and the flesh melting off her face. The image faded into his wife on their wedding day. She had looked so beautiful walking down the aisle in her white wedding gown. He saw his daughter being born but her face suddenly turned into his little brother. He watched a replay of him at 6 years old being hit by a car. He saw his brother fly into the air and then hit the pavement with such force his head exploded. Suddenly he saw himself playing in the creek behind the house he lived in when he was 12. He saw himself riding his bike to school at 15. He was with friends at the bar drinking beers, laughing and throwing darts. He saw his wife screaming at him as he was walking out the door with suitcases in his hand. Images started coming faster and faster, flashing by like pictures on a movie screen. It all stopped and he was floating into darkness. There was suddenly a dim point of light that grew bigger and bigger until it was a tunnel. He saw his mom standing there smiling at him holding hands with his little brother. Then his grandmother was there smiling at him too. One by one people he knew were appearing. He could barely see them, they seemed hazy. They were talking to him but he couldn't hear them to make out the words. He saw them waving and he was once more plunged into darkness.
What happens during those final moments? Is what we see another realm beyond our own world or is it just the neurons in our brain misfiring chemicals that bring out those memories that reside in the deep recesses of our mind. Are we dreaming when we die or are we remembering? Are we really seeing loved ones welcoming us to the other side or is it all a hallucination brought on by dying brain cells?