D is For Dead
-By Nathan Misa.
Prologue.
"...Life."
Precious... Precious...
Life.
Everything which makes us all.
Everything which everyone lives.
Everything which everyone will never understand to the fullest.
Tell me something...
What are, the best things and aspects in and of life?
Materialistic luxuries?
Familial relations?
Friendship?
Lust?
Love?
Or, perhaps, the gift of life itself?
The preciousness of it.
Why is it that nearly all things that are given life never truly value how precious and dear it is to all of us... and throw it away?
Why is that the good values, aspects and "morality" of life, are never appreciated by the majority of the world? Why is it that, in every situation and choice, there is always that fine line between being good or evil, and the hesitation to choose?
Why are there bad things in this world that have been given life, yet throw their own away or take other's like it was nothing?
What is even good or evil? Is there even an aspect of "morality" at all?
Or all we all just damned like the rest?
Please tell me, or try and respond, without your pokerface; like, straight up honestly, that you didn't take life for granted, even a little bit.
...Yeah. Thats what I thought.
Like all bad people... like all selfish and ignorant and stupid people... I took it for granted.
When there were people out there suffering, dying, making a difference… I turned a blind-eye. When there were wars; acts of terrorism; poverty; and chaos…
I turned away.
Because of my own selfish reasons. Mistakes. Guilt from past experience. I drowned myself in depression, ignorance... not to mention liquor, while I could have done something about it. Moved on with life, and become a better person.
But no. I didn't. Whenever people around me needed anything from me, I didn't do shit if I didn't feel like it. Whenever bad things happened in the world that didn't affect me directly, now that I think of it, I probably subconciously always said to myself...
"Better them then me."
Heh.
You know… it's funny.
It's taken an absolute massacre; a horrific "cleansing"; a hellish Apocalypse... and all the other terms used to describe the oblivion striking all over our greedy, violent, uncaring world... to make me wake up. Stare and see, and realize… that what's happened... humankind had definitely had it coming. All the sins... all the disregard... It was people like me who fucked this shit up, and let the few good ones die. Now, the higher, god-like powers of the world have had enough… and they want all people like me to suffer, for all the sins and all the horrible things we've done to each other. Done to ourselves. They don't care if the few good ones get swept away in the storm because, quite frankly... they're probably nearly all dead by now anyway.
I never believed in Religion, back in my "normal" life. I laughed in sarcasm at any mention of it. I despised Buddhism; the Satan worshipping was too freaky for me; Islamic's I looked down upon and judged all who followed that to be bad people; and finally... God.
How I always laughed at those who believed in God. Him.
He gave life to us, as people believe. I never was one of those people. I think to myself now, through this experience, what if it was true? Well, if it was, slowly, our minds corrupted, and we destroyed and decimated all the great reasons and things he gave life to us for.
Now… I try to believe. I want too. Faith is one of the few things any of us can have these days to get by. But after all this… I just can't.
But it's too late, really. It's his shot to turn the blind-eye. On his creations, humans, which he gave life too. Now eviler forces are at work.
And they will not stop till our whole world is… undead.
I don't know if I'm hallucinating or anything, because this fuckin' room gives me the creeps to be alone in as I record this... but I fucking swear, like the first rare moment I got to rest after all this shit began... I keep seeing this dark figure.
The bastard keeps telling me the same thing. Whispering in my ear; mocking me, for what I want, yet I can't get... for my life of impurity.
"You want forgiveness? Hahahaha! Get religion…
Oh, wait. You never believed. How ironic!"
And chaotic laughter ensues.
I know I'm going insane. Normal people don't see dark figures loom in and out from every object and get calls on non-existant or non-powered phones. Only reason I'm still around is because even after all the oblivion; even after all the blood; even after all the irony... I finally understand what life really means when it's on the verge of being taken away from me.
After all of this... I think I finally woke up into our world.
And I regret everyday for not living my life to the fullest beforehand.
Because, no matter how hard I try, after that fateful day, things will never be the same.
And I will never have that kind of chance again.