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Here's the first couple of paragraphs of my story that I've been writing.
Hope you enjoy biggrin
(yeah, this really is the first couple of chapters lol)
Chapter One: The Realms of Dark and Light
Death. I had never really thought about it before. I was just the “normal” teen; hanging out with friends, hazing underclassmen, going to school… you know, life. I did what I thought was cool. I didn’t smoke, although I had plenty of opportunities to. I never did drugs, never drank more than one glass of alcohol. I was the not-so-bad boy in class. I did my homework most of the time, got ok grades and played a little basket ball. Life was pretty good. But alas, all good things come to an end.
It was my sophomore year. I was with a group of friends. It was the usual bit of teasing a freshman. The poor boy needed to learn to stick up for himself. We were only teasing him about his height and whatnot. It was nothing to get upset about. I was teased like that too. It’s just something everyone goes through.
He must’ve told his friend or something. He tried to bully us back. We got into a fight. Who knew things could end like this?
I didn’t see his knife. I didn’t know when to stop. I felt a sharp pain in my chest during the donnybrook; Then the warm trickle of blood drip form my chest. I felt the knife leave my chest. I felt my body hit the floor. I heard him run away; I saw red all around me. I felt my soul slip from my body.
I don’t know how long I waited till someone showed up. I was just there floating, watching my dead body. It was the gym teacher that found me that day. I heard her scream, and run out of the gym. Then, it felt as if time was on fast-forward. All of a sudden I saw my parents weeping, but I felt no emotion. I saw people, people who didn’t matter, yelling and screaming; I heard yet I didn’t hear. I was lost. Should I follow my body, or just stay there?
I didn’t notice when I wasn’t alone. Not in a secular sense; I knew people, alive people where there, but not anything else. If I were still alive, I might’ve jumped.
“How long are you just going to stand there, and watch?” The black, hooded figure asked me.
“You should let go and join everyone who’s waiting.” An un-hooded figure, appearing to be an old man with grey hair, in a white robe beckoned me.
“One should not be a fool, and follow the light.” Said the hooded figure to me.
“Silence! He is but a boy. He may be dead, but he is not fit for your task. Let him go to the light, and meet his Father.” The old man said.
I looked down at my birth father, who held my mother tightly, tears flowing gently from his eyes. My mother was praying; I could tell by her chanting lips. I could no longer hear what was going on; it was all in silence.
“Why not let him choose? He is old enough.” The hooded argued.
“See his mother pray? See her pray for his forgiveness and his flight into heaven? Grant her this wish.” The old man pleaded.
The hooded man turned to me. “So my child, you must choose. Choose the one you wish to go to. Join me, and you can return to earth at will. You will have an adventure. You will live as much as you can, when you’re dead.” He gestured to my dead body, now being covered by a white sheet.
“What he’s not telling you,” the old man started, “Is that you would be working for the dark. You would never see any of them again,” he motioned to his parents, “yet, if you followed the light you’d be peaceful and happy.”
“What will you choose? Peace and happiness, while being bored to death, not that you already aren’t, or adventure? You could always check in on the people you “love” also. They’d be able to see you, and talk to you. And there’s always something to do. None of that boring waiting. Here’s you chance to do something more, something you didn’t have a chance to do in your life.” If I could’ve seen the face that was hidden, then I would’ve seen a smile as his hand reached out. As it was, I could already imagine it.
“No, child! Go with the light! Find out who you were, and who you could’ve been! If you join the Realm of Dark you may see them for a small amount of time, but then they will die too! Choose the light!” The old man reached his hand out to me.
For the very first time that I had been in existence, I was unsure which path to choose. My decisions were always made by my parents, and I could feel what they would choose; the way of the light. But a voice in my head wanted me to break away; why should I always let my parents make the decisions? I looked at both hand, and for the first time since I died, I felt my sprit fill with excitement. On one hand I could wait and find out who I am, or I could do the same by an adventure.
It felt like hours making up my mind, but it was only a few seconds. I reached out my hand and grabbed the hand of the hooded being. The old man sighed and touched my shoulder.
“I should’ve known. That’s ok. I just fear what I will tell your ancestors and your parents when they come.” With that, he faded into the white of the walls, and left us alone.
The hooded man shook my hand. I’m sure if I saw his face he’d have a grin on his face. “Welcome to the Realm of Darkness. Your name is Zero. Mine is Thirteen. I’ll show you how it works.” And with that we stated to disappear. I took one look back at my parents, knowing that it would be a long time if I saw them again, if I ever saw them.
“Goodbye.” I said, hoping that they would hear. I saw them turn, as if they had heard me, but we had disappeared by then.
 thatthempersonthere · Tue Jan 06, 2009 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |
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