Summery: The way one may feel when in pain.
P.S This story was not created from me but from my one of my very good friends W.H :D Hope you guys like and please R&R :D Thanks !
It is the inevitable path one must follow
It is the inevitable path one must follow. The warning signals, screaming stop signs flashing assiduously like a machine gun beat, conveyed a dire caveat to things to come. I ignored them. I kept driving into the night; ignorantly forsaking the cautionary devices that were that glimmered past me. Hoping to see the upcoming dawn, the final light at the end of the tunnel, I recklessly sped up. As I continued my brash path towards that light, the signs became more apparent. Their screams became louder, bearing their agonizing warnings with such vehement conviction that I could no longer ignore their pervading message. When I finally took the crying signs into consideration, it was too late. I drove off the road and plunged into the chasm of anguish and despair. Its taint was so twisted and corrupted that it instantly pulled me downwards as soon as I fell upon it, towards the root of all its madness. As I slowly descend upon that dismal Abaddon, I struggled and fought to free myself from its omnipresent grasp. Despite my considerable endurance and mental prowess, the sheer pressure and magnitude of the surrounding miasma was too great to be contested alone. Slowly, but surely, I lost ground as the Hellish liquid continued to envelop me in its iron grip. The more I fought against the poisonous atmosphere, the faster it sent me to its rotten core. When I sank into the bottom of that sepulchral perdition, I let out a desperate cry for help, my last glint of resistance just before the sheer weight of that dismal abyss blanketed my mind, body and soul. As I lie there, constricted and impotent, the dark ocean of pain and suffering descended upon my emasculated form. Its whispers and influences flooded through my skull. Cold and scaly, it slithered into my mind, freezing the very neurons of my brain. Powerless to prevent such breakage, I could only silently witness its entire insinuations take its toll on my very being. Just as I continued to lie at the bottom, forlorn and utterly convinced that the dark environment will soon become my very reality, a small beam of light penetrated through the barriers of that dreary abyss. When the light finally touched my shattered form, it whispered to me to keep fighting. Its celestial ray beckoned me to drive on, pushing me forward. I forced myself upwards, towards the surface of this vile chasm. Despite the unnerving surroundings and power of the miasma itself, the light kept enticing me upwards. I was tired and confused, but I kept going. Once I reached the surface, I took a large gasp of air, as if I had lain at the bottom of that hellhole for years. When I finally emancipated myself from that harrowing ordeal, I saw the light again. Like a luminous diamond at the center of black velvet, it glistened with white radiance. As I drew closer towards this enigmatic light that had facilitated my escape, one question lingered within the depths of my mind: was this the false light that had deceived me before or was this the light I've been looking for?