Heart Attack
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January 28, 2013
My punctured heart is panting, straining itself to keep me running. The setting sunset's rays shine across my face from the horizon, my body cut through the shadows as I run as fast I can. Behind me, I cannot hear footsteps. A faint wave of relief passes me while I clutch my bleeding shoulder.
I can feel the bullet swimming deeper into my wound, my face grimaces with endless pain. My breathing is staggering as my legs scream to stop running. I ignore my inner self and continue to run for whatever life I had remaining.
The rusted iron chains of the gate cast crisscross shadows against the paved sidewalk. My eyes widen at what I see next. My mouth hangs low for a brief moment. Am I being deceived? My younger self is walking with a grin across his pure face as I run past him. Is that really me? Was I really that innocent? My eyes follow him for a quick moment as my mind tries to gain stability. The younger version of me disappears. If only I could have lived back a few more years earlier now, I could have tried to prevent this from happening.
I fight tears of defeat and misery trying to fall from my dry eyes. I lose the inner fight within me, a few victorious tears slide down my cheek as it mixes with the scarlet blood oozing from my cuts and scars.
A tall abandoned building catches my gaze as I run. Slowing down, I head towards it hoping for all hope not to be gone. I am the God of the New World. It is not going to end like this, not yet, not now.
Through the iron wrung windows, streams of the golden sunlight illuminate my path in the building against the vacant floors. My lungs gasps for air when I gradually slow down, escaping from my followers. I look around and see a staircase. Hurriedly, I hasten towards it, thinking I could climb up and hide somewhere.
But my injured arm feels as if it was lit on a forever lasting fire. The blood splashed around my face and body stings me greatly. I wince when the sunlight shone on my wounds. The heat did not ease the pain but increased it.
My restless heart jerks to a sudden stop just as I go up the first step, making me stumble on the staircase helplessly. I clutch my chest hard, trying to breathe. An unbelievable pain submerges my entire body. I fall, my back hitting against the hard metal steps. I feel an intense pain dwelling upon me. Is there absolutely no hope left? No sympathy is left in this tainted world, none whatsoever.
My dying eyes get distracted by a glowing figure. I look upon him, his black hair overshadowing his staring dark eyes. His hands are lingering in his jean pockets as his back was curved while he stands at the edge of the staircase.
He looks upon me with shame and disgust. His telltale eyes tell me that he was disappointed at what I had done, the bloodshed I had committed without touching a soul but with a mere pen and notebook. An unforgiving coldness devours my body, taking the life in me away. The world would have been a better place, I tell him back with my own eyes. His head bows in disagreement as his body fades away. My eyes slowly close forever as my hand rested on top of my dead heart.
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End
Well? Was it good? I know, it was sad. I was so shocked at Light's end. It was so unfair, he still had a chance if it wasn't for that damn Ryuk! Gr. Tell me what you think in your review! Much appreciated! Thank you.
With all due respect,
-NM