Hey Everyone, I thought I would post a story for you all to read. It has been awhile since I wrote a short story, or even a poem for that matter. Here you go:
“Live Forever”
It has been a hazy day, trying to survive that inner turmoil in me. My head feels as if it is just floating above, headache after headache. Not even looking at light is making it harder to see. My vision leaves me the moment I lay my head down, and call out for sleep.
In my somewhat insanely, peaceful dream, my life seems to be perfect. when in all reality it is far from it. Not one information can lead me to self-destruction. I wonder in this dream, thinking if any one has any real idea of how strong I am, and why they do not give me the information that I need to survive. I see their mouths move, but I hear no words. Some look at me disgustedly, others look on with concern, and worry. I am standing in the middle, I swear that is some type of vortex that is spinning out of control, everyone is spinning. What’s happening? Then they Vanish. I’m alone – alone in that room, full and white. All I can do is turn around, yet still in that same spot. A lone figure I see all of a sudden, standing there – arms open. Do I walk? Who is he? I feel that he is radiating some type of energy towards me, almost like comfort. Is he my comfort in my conscience, all decked out in some deep rural blue, and black? Now that is strange ‘black,’ why black?
Something inside me pulls me toward him, yet as soon as I wrap my arms around him, he too vanishes. “How do I survive? How do I get out of here? Where can I go?” As soon as I asked that last question, the scenery surrounds me of mountain rocks, and clear blue sky. “Do I jump? Climb down? Sit? Slide down?” Than I am all of sudden I’m being pulled down the longest slide imaginable. “AAAHHHH!” I scream.
My heart a racing. “How do I stop?” I bend my knees trying to stop the force by my shoes. I start to smell rubber. I stop all of a sudden, being thrown into a pool of a water, but I don’t think its a pool, has to be the ocean, yet the water is so clear, I see my legs struggling. I try swimming to the surface, with my head soon rising above the water. I see a beach, full of people, I swim towards them. I arrive at the beach still fully clothed, all eyes on me as if it was burning a hole through my head. I walk as a few people stare, the beach is soon crowded with people, on going lookers. “Take a picture I may look better to you” I mumble to myself.
Turning around looking out into the water as I sit myself down. The sun seems to be setting, the beach seems to be less crowdied than what it was, that felt like less than 5 minutes ago. The sun beats down on me, and shines into my eyes, bright enough for me to hold my arm up near my eyesight, to block the rays, and its gone. All I see is reddish-orange tint to the clear starry night.
It breaks, I feel it shattered. “What happened to Live Forever, Forever?” What is this pain? I feel this pain, it’s all over me. It shakes me to my core to the point I have to tell myself to, “Breath… Breath… Breath.” I slowly inhale, and exhale, and repeating all over again.
I stand on my feet, and slowly venture myself to the water front as the waves crash against the shore, and I soon find myself in far enough where the water is crashing in and out of my feet. I look towards the sky, hoping for a realization about life. Looking for something to just attack me out of no where.
And so it hits me, right in the back …full force, making me fall forward, knees first. I turn around, and there again is another lone figure, but this time yelling, “Get Back Up!” I stand, and again I get hit by something. The lone figure is still yelling, “Get Back Up!” I stand facing him, and I am knocked down for the third time. “Am I suppose to stay down? I am always knocked down?” Yelling, “I Need Your Support! Help me Up!?” A force pushes me up, I turn around, and I feel this light, and see this light holding me up, and pulling me back to this lone figure, that is standing there in nothing but his sandels, and swim trunks, and me still in my wet clothes. I feel his breath behind my ear, than a soft whisper, “Follow me.” I follow.
I jerk awake from the crazy, insanely dream like state, that my sleeping body put me in. “What the Hell?” I said to no one, it’s only me, alone. I look towards my mirror, seeing myself. “What a dream?” I lay back down in my head, pondering what happened and what the dream meant, all I can remember for the words that were said, “Live Forever, Forever,” and “Follow Me.”
I climb out of bed to start the day, grabbing my things, while the dream still rested in me. I hear my cell ring, but pay no attention to the constant screeching of what ever theme it is.
“Follow me,” I hear as I stand in my apartment. “Follow you, where?” I say to no one, this must confirm, I am insane. I can hear voices.
“Follow.”
“Follow, What!?”
“Follow. Follow. Follow. Just Follow.”
“Okay, I’ll follow, but follow you where?” I say to the voice, even though I sound pretty damn crazy, I will even give myself that credit.
“Live Forever.” Is what I hear next. “For Goodness, Pete’s. Alrighty, Yet Just so you know everyone dies! You, cannot Live Forever. Unless if someone wants to remember that You will Forever Live!” I said to the voice.
“You Live Forever, when you just Live!”
I looked up towards the sound coming from my living room, “Well, you should know. You are now following me in my reality, not my dream.”
I go on with my day, since that morning, for the rest of day, I can not get the fact that this voice was following me, telling me to “Live Forever,” and to “Follow him.” What does it mean to “Live Forever?” I ask to myself, the concept is not that far fetch, yet I feel in myself that it means, that I just have to Live… Live as if it was your last, so Live Forever, in no matter what circumstances life throws at you specially in the weather of our lives. Our Lives, I guess you can say is like the weather, It sure can be Sad(Rain), Happy(Sunny), Calm(a Fall Night), Crazy(Tornado). So, Yet I follow, I follow my instincts to get me through each day, and night. I follow what I feel, and what I hear in myself.
“Live Forever, but also Follow your life that you feel what is right. We will continue to look for a way to survive the weather in our lives, and the follow, that will lead us to our destination, even if it is to self-destruction. We are our worse credict. Live Forever, so We can survive our Tonight.”
The End…
Please listen to the song, this story is somewhat based on this song, and what ever came to my mind while I was typing this story, that took since 12pm to write. “Live Forever” by Matt Morris
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~ Lesha
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