How Forever Should have ended
Here and back again
There are seven billion people on this earth. People are dying and people are being born. With every death something is lost and with every life something is regained. Wisdom is accumulated with each of our lives. So with every death, wisdom is lost. Without that wisdom, people are doomed to repeat their elder's mistakes.
White. All white. The walls from a distance looks like smooth acrylic on a smooth textured surface. Correction. It looks like an endless stapling of pillows on the walls.
My head. It hurts. Have they medicated me yet? No, I do not think so… My arms… Why can't I move my arms? I look down. I feel the sheets glide across my skin. I sink deeper into the springs. A jacket holds back my arms. The horror of my situation returns to me.
I told her my story. Abraham and I explained it in perfect detail. What went wrong?
I remember the look of surprise on her face. As I explained further, I thought she was beginning to understand. Accept my immortality. I was wrong.
She quietly exited the room and sent me away.
I remember screaming.
"HOW COULD YOU JO?"
"NO…. NO…"
"DON'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN."
"NOT AGAIN!"
What do I do now? Bang my head against the wall until I die? Fake-eat the medications until I can chug them all down in one big swig? Neither sounds particularly pleasant… Yet if I can die, I can escape.
But what about Abraham? They probably think I could convince him that I was immortal because of his age. Blame it on hypnotism or something ridiculous… Something less ridiculous than the truth. If I died and escaped, what would they do to him?
What are they doing to him?
"Abraham." I humble. The sound seems to be absorbed ins the white silence.
I look around. Where are they watching me? A camera?
"Where is he?"
"WHERE IS ABRAHAM?!" I scream. I bang against the wall.
I repeat. "WHERE IS ABRAHAM?!"
Again and again, my throat is burning. "WHERE IS ABRAHAM?!"
My head is dizzy. My body is aching.
Through the door, they are entering into the room. They are holding me down. Stop it. Stop it. I need to find my son. Stop it. No more. I just want my son. Have my life return to what it used to be. Peaceful. Let me go. I'll do anything. I am not immortal. I will not live forever. No. Don't give me that. S-stop. I know, I know. I am a doctor after all.
Spinning… fireworks… darkness…
Remember history, or else you are doomed to repeat it, forever.
