I just finished the Red Pyramid, so I just had to write this. Enjoy!
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
It is the sound of my heartbeat and the sound of Bailey's hoofs hitting the ground in a collected canter. It is as if we are one, the sounds blending together. I have never felt so perfectly happy as when I am on a horse.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
I have heard both those sounds for as long as I can remember. When I first bought Bailey I would hide in her stall for ages due to the fact that I believed my heartbeat was the sound of monsters coming to get me.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
I am nearing a jump. I smile broadly inside, but my face remains calm and composed. I know I can do this. I know I can win. I was born to win and win I would. All I had to do was make the jump. And then someone slammed a door and it all went downhill.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Bailey spooks. She starts to gallop and I can imagine her eyes going wild. And then she bucks. I go flying forward. I remember wishing at that moment that I had listened to my mom when she told me to drink milk so that my bones would be strong. I hit the wall. I heard a sickening crack.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
I sigh, relieved. I am alive. I am alive. I can imagine getting up and dancing, but I am to hurt. I hear people screaming and running footsteps. But it is all too late. Bailey tramples me.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
This time all I here is Bailey's hoofs. I listen for my heartbeat for what seems like a long time. It never came.
.....
At first I was scared. Taking a boat to the land of the dead is not at all a pleasant experience. It is quite a shock after dying. My twelve year old life was perfect before I died. Now it has just gone down the drain.
Then I felt sad. I stared at the dead souls who had never made it to the Land of the Dead. Those who had never gotten the chance to be judged by Anubis. They cried, for they yearned for the boat of Ra. I wept, for I could not help them. I felt so naïve. Then again I was.
.....
I was waiting for my soul to be judged when I came up with the beautiful metaphor.
Souls are like moths. They aren't after the light (which is theoretically life), but the darkness behind the light (death). After all, behind the light is the darkest place.
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Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Listen to your heartbeat. Any moment you could end up like me, with a whole wasted life. Do not follow the others, make yourself different. Be who you want to be, before it is to late.
