Here I am in this empty black hole, not knowing who I am or what I'm doing. What is the point in life, I thought as I floated aimlessly in the dark. Was there even a point to life? Interesting, if there was, just floating here, minding my own business. Maybe I wasn't even alive, maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe, in a few moments, I'll wake up and realize I do live a normal live - not just floating here - and maybe there is a point to life.
I must have lots of time on my hands, to just float here, pondering the meaning of life. Is this what philosophers did in their spare time? Did they just start floating in a black hole and have nothing else to do except ponder the meaning of life?
Somehow, I doubt it.
Look! Up ahead, is that what I think it is! Yes, it's something. But, something I've never seen before.
Slowly, it moves, one big white mass. It seems to be following my exact movements. Why would it do such a thing? Is it mimicking me to taunt me? Or is it just feeling my pain, and helping entertain me?
I guess I'll never know.
I grow nervous as I reach the white mass. Will I be able to stop myself when I reach it? Or will it move by the time I get there? Or will I float right through it? At the rate I'm going, I fear that I will hit the white mass extremely hard. I cannot imagine the pain that will course through me.
I brace myself as the white mass grows nearer and nearer. It has stopped moving now. And, then, suddenly -
WHACK!
I hit the solid, white mass with the force of a thousand men. Stars circle my head as I begin the float the opposite direction. I am weak, unable to stop myself from floating. Who knows what will become of me now. Is there another white mass in the direction that I'm floating? I shudder to think of my condition after another hit.
I try to recuperate after the attack, but before I could do such thing, there it was. The white mass that I have come to loathe so deeply. I begin to pray that I will not hit it once more. Why must God punish me in such a way? What have I done to deserve this?
Just like before, the white mass follows my every move. I feel myself speed up and the white mass is slowing down.
Filled with excitement, I realize T.W.M. is going to miss me! I will not hit it, I will not be tortured and have to suffer through so much pain.
I let out a cheer as I pass T.W.M.
And then it comes to me…I am no more.
The End
A/N: *bows and accepts flowers* Please, please, do not hesitate to tell me how revolutionary that was and how changed your life is! *lol* Read and review; tell me what you think! :D
