Dear Readers,
Honestly, I have no idea where this came from. I was listening to the soundtrack from Road to Perdition and this just hit me.
There's nothing wrong-I'm not contemplating anything and I'm dealing with the hell of the last month just fine. My mind just decided to crank this out at the randomest moment.
Because I think that if he gave in to his guilt, he'd eventually end up here.
Not that I want him to.
Best regards,
Miss Pookamonga
Into the Void
It's cold.
Freezing.
The black water rushes past him hundreds of feet below, yet the angry torrent is but a peaceful trickle compared to the anguished thoughts drowning every crevice of his mind.
Every night he comes here. Every night he stands on the edge, toes hanging precariously out over the watery abyss, rocking back and forth in anticipation. And every night, some invisible force eventually draws him away from the darkness and back into his miserable little hole of existence.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, he is not turning back.
Something in the back of his mind tugs desperately on his resolve as he leans over to peer down at his icy fate. The image of a face—the face of a beautiful woman—tears at him, grabs at him, heaving and pulling with all its might in an attempt to stop the unthinkable.
But tonight, that face finally loses its hold on him.
The last thread of rope snaps as the tension between where he is heading and where he should be at last gives way.
And the force of release sends him tumbling over the brink into a second's worth of frigid eternity.
For one long moment, he can see nothing but a blur of familiar faces—a bearded man, a kind old woman, three girls, a boy with piercing blue eyes. A white-feathered bird. An odd-looking man with a snowy mustache. More and more faces zip past him as he lingers in free fall, until at last, the final face materializes before him. It's her face again, and it's screaming in horror, begging him through a cascade of tears to turn back, shrieking that nothing is his fault, that he has nothing to punish himself for.
But it is already too late.
The cold wind whips the last face away as he hurtles towards the end.
And then, he hits the surface.
And plunges into the void.
FINIS
