Dust in the Wind
My friend Statiic97 and I have been challenging each other to writing one-shots inspired by music for our many fandoms. We decided to share them with you guys, so enjoy! :)
I close my eyes for a moment, but the moment's gone. After the fall, I've lost all track of time. I've made a scratch on the wall for every time the sun has shined directly down into the cavern, but it's light doesn't help at all. It has showed me no new ways out.
There's something down here. There's something in these caves, we saw that man fighting it before we fell off the cliff, a lot of good that did us. If I'd have not grabbed onto her or if the branch had been stronger, Beth would still be safe and alive, but no...
Using only my hands and a few broken boards, I dug my sister's grave. Every day I lay here waiting. I'm waiting and for what? I don't even know anymore.
At first I waited for someone to find us, for someone to help us, but now I wait for death to come to me. I can feel a horrible pain in my stomach, it's been almost a month since I fell down here and I've had nothing to eat.
Sometimes I think about what would happen if I did get out of here alive. Beth is dead, because of me. I ran away…
No. Beth is dead, because of them. It's their fault. They tricked me, if they hadn't played that nasty prank, she'd still be alive!
Once in awhile, when I'm not sleeping, I sit and imagine all the ways I'd make them pay.I lost my sister, my twin, my other half, and with her gone, I'm just an empty shell. They got Beth killed, so they would have to pay the price.
Other times I sit here and think about how big the world is and how small and insignificant we really are. I once thought I'd be able to make a difference. Change the world, but now I know that nothing I do would make any difference. Beth will still be dead if I ever get out of here. I'll never be complete again.
Sometimes I sing to myself. Any song that comes to mind. I refuse to let myself go crazy from the isolation and silence. As I stand up for my daily walk, using the wall for support, I notice I'm humming. My voice comes out a bit raspy, it's been a while since I've even moved, but I try to sing the words as clearly as I can: Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.
I know that I can't change the world. I've grown up a lot. Isn't it ironic that all I needed was a good fall off a cliff?
I know now that it's impossible for one person to make that difference, but I sure as hell am going to find a way to make those bastards pay for what they did. I will find a way to be strong and survive, and one day all of them will know what real pain is. This I swear to you, so please help me Beth.