By Bryan Wegman.

“Relax man, just chew on that gum I gave you.”
“I can’t fucking chill. I’m loosing it. What the fuck is happening.”
“It’s normal man. Just ride it out. Let the good energy flow back.”
“Fuck you and your hippy energy bull shit. I can’t just release good fucking energy. It’s not a fucking simple task. There’s no way to do it. There’s no fucking way to just release good energy! What kind of bull shit level are you on.”
“I don’t know man. The vibe here was getting pretty hostile for a minute, but I got out of there and got a little mellowing on. Some meditation. Cleared my head right back up. I’m great now. Smooth sailings all the way from here. I got the boat by the sail and I’ll let this breeze guide me where I need to go.”
“You’ve lost your fucking head man. I thought you were keeping it cool. You’ve changed into one of these crazy fucking animals with your peace and happiness. Your lieing to yourself. Wake up god damn you. Wake up!”
“Hey buddy, we’ve been pails now for what 3 years.”
“3 yes.”
“I know as well as you know that when you get into one of these zones your in you start to loose is, but it will come back with time. Yes time. Let time do it’s job for you right now and let it work it’s magic. Just find something to do while it takes course. I’m going back to the party. Feel free to come back in level headed. Otherwise I’m locking the door and your in here for a while.”

What the fuck is that maniac talking about. Were only four hours in and he’s already let it take over. We took too much. Not words I usually say. Too much is usually just enough. Not today though. Today I learned what too much can really do to you. They say too much for a reason. Complete mental takeover. I should have known I was pushing my luck. I never listen to myself. It’s for the best though. What do I do now to occupy these hours. I can’t sit here longer. The rooms slowly melting away. One more minute and I’ll be gone into the blackness that used to occupy this space. The doors locked. That fucker. I knew I should never trust him. He’s fried ever last brain cell left in that head of his. He won’t even remember I’m in here. Rat bastard. I’ll surely kill him for this one. I don’t have much more time. The black  is halfway down the walls already. Surely soon it will get the floor and I’ll be gone forever. The window. Small, but I can fit. I throw the bottle of rum through the glass and jump through the screen. Holy shit! That was a close one. Who knows what would have happened to me in there. I’d prefer to never find out. I need some cigarettes for sure. I’ve only got 2 left. One for now and no sense in waiting for the other. I’ll need too lighters to light these though. Excuse me sir. Do have a light. Thank you. Wow hard to believe I’ve never done this before. Two at once. Genius idea I’d say. Makes your cigarette last twice as long. I can’t believe I never thought of that. As I walk past the trees the bend across the sidewalk. Leaning over to tell me something. The blackness and yellow lights gives this place it’s eerie glow. The trees whisper something to me. I cannot comprehend. Something about the last light at the end, or you need a friend. Fuck these trees. Probably Japanese maple trees. You can tell by the accent. I become light headed all the sudden. The lights glow brightly to my face. I stumble left and fall to the grass. My eyes close. Blackness appears. I knew it would get me eventually. There is no stopping this madness to eventually take over. A spotlight appears in front of me. An elephant on a unicycle pedals into it. He freezes and stares me in the eyes. I can’t move. I’m frozen here. It continues to stare then wheels out of sight. The lights turn on and a carnival surrounds me. Loud music everywhere people screaming. Game stands in front of me. Rides built up to the sky in the distance. Commotion surrounds me. People running past me. I begin to lift from the ground. I’m floating. I look to my left. To my right. Above me. I have become a part of a ferris wheel riding towards the sky. I spin half a circle with the ground slowly rising away from me. The noises quieting down and come to a stop at the top. A man appears in the sky. He tell me I’ve wronged. He tells me I’m useless. He tells me if he never let me go back home right now no one would care. No one would no. He’s right though. He takes a deep breath and blows the ferris wheel over. It tumbles backwards. And crashes through the floor and into the ground. I am released from the immoveable force that had once surrounded me. I pick  my self up and walk towards the light coming from the door at the end of the hallway. I hear laughter echoing all around me. I open the door and am blown into the red lit hole in front of me. I fall free falling wind blowing in my face. Images fall next to me. I know these faces in these pictures. I’ve seen these things before. My friend that I killed driving drunk. My girlfriend I left for drugs. My dog that I left and never came back for. The building I burnt to the ground. The store I used to steal from. A grave marked with my name. I hit the ground. Unhurt, but in pain. My chest feels caved in and empty. Tears form in my eyes. A tv sits in front of me I walk over to it. A video begins.
“Shall he be remembered forever” says a voice.
The video zooms away from a wooden box. A grave. It’s my hole. It’s my funeral. There’s two people there. They’re laughing. A fire burns beneath my feet and my body melts. I melt, I burn, I suffer. Blackness.

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Comments (5)
  • Raj the Tora on Aug 31, 2010

    nice one

  • PSingh1990 on Sep 5, 2010

    nice one….

    thanks for share.

    :-)

  • Ruby Hawk on Sep 24, 2010

    Better to stay off drugs.

  • Kopykween on Sep 25, 2010

    Drugs are the doorway to hell!

  • Tulan on Sep 28, 2010

    Great story and a good read.

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