At Peace

I run down a seemingly endless corridor, the lights flickering. My head pounds in time with my heart beat, faster, faster, I push myself on. My breathing is sharp and coming in short and ragged breaths, with a deadening realisation, I know that I can't last much longer. Doors flash past, on both sides, but I know that none of them are mine. So I strive on.1

I can feel it, behind me, an ever present demon that I am always running from –My past. But running is wearing me out; my past will catch up to me soon.2

I fall to the floor, my body exhausted. No longer able to run from those that were already inside, a part of my life. I am willing to give up, let the dizziness of the unconscious overwhelm me. I rise, ungainly and swaying, but arisen. I turn and face my fears. I feel its approach in the floor. The rumbling and vibrating drawing nearer and nearer. I stand up tall, and raise my chin. I prepare myself for the onslaught. 3

The black mass envelops my body, slowing time and taking me with it in a twisting convulsing manner. Images appear in my mind, The only feelings I had left are overwhelmed and leave me in anguish. 4

Time speeds up again, my past lets me go and I fall to the floor once again in a heap. Now strangely, I feel at ease, having faced my fears, my past and my future I can now go. And I will rest, in peace.5

My eyes close as gracefully I slip into the black, forever at rest.
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