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A Shaft of Sunlight

Essay By: Scar938

Tags: Fiction

Very short and symbolic story for someone I used to love.

Submitted:May 16, 2012    Reads: 196    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

A Shaft of Sunlight

The sight of darkness. The sound of dripping water. The smell of death. The taste of blood. The feeling of absence. The thought of despair. Ubiquitous fear engulfed my soul as I realized my iniquities brought this upon me…

I got to my feet, feeling pain surge through my every limb. The pain across my body varied. Sharp shallow pains across my skin were irritating and very distracting. The pain in my back and right shoulder was deep and agonizing. I was thoroughly tempted to lay back down and never get back up again. Immediately I dismissed such foolishness and started walking.

The icy water around my ankles made it harder to judge direction. I slid my hands across the slimy wall to keep from walking aimlessly. I had done my best to memorize the path in which they had dragged my body down here. Two sharp lefts and then a gradual right.

I paused in the darkness, thinking about where I was heading. Disturbing images and unspeakable questions filled my mind as I remembered what had happened. I remembered countless blood-streaked bodies. I remembered how the lines between friends and enemies had become dangerously blurred. I reluctantly remembered how my biggest enemy had provokingly saved my life.

I could sense that I was no longer alone, but this brought me more relief than alarm. A shaft of sunlight reached into the darkness, only I soon realized it wasn't sunlight. It lacked warmth and was being carried by someone. Before the stranger could identify himself, I already knew who it was: my nemesis. Something inside me told me he meant more help than harm. He had once again come to save my life.

Wordlessly, he took my hand and led the way in a different direction. I wanted to protest, but could not bring myself to question him. After an endless silence he started to explain himself. I found myself concentrating more on the sound of his deep, sure voice than on what the voice was actually saying. The apathy I felt for his reasons were surprising, as I only vaguely observed words such as "atonement" and "demanding love".

My mind started calculating the situation. Still the sight of darkness and still the sound of dripping water. Still the smell of death and still the taste of blood. No feeling of absence and no thoughts of despair. An alien happiness engulfed my soul as I realized my iniquities had brought this upon me…


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