Any Last Words

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

The last words make a difference...

Any Last Words

Jonathan Adams is a twenty years old university student and the only child of his family. Jonathan wasn’t an average student in both studies and reputation, he was awesome, and in fact if you look for the word awesome in the dictionary you will find his picture next to it. Good results and behavior carried him to best university in the country (MMU). Knowing nothing about his new university and the town it is in, he packed his belongings and was ready to start his new life and dream with memories that could be shared for ages to come. He started his first day with a bang, when he was asked to do something he gave it his best.

As time goes his exciting life starts to fade and boredom was slowly becoming the main theme of his life. Every good thing in him was turning bad, his smiling face is becoming more lifeless, and his behavior is least human recently. He was changing from one week to another like a snake changing its old skin .Every second that passes his brain rejects knowledge and accepts pain as its new friend. “More girls, car races and parties” that is what his brain screamed out as his pencil was scratching against a weak paper that holds his future. However less he knew about his mother, so he never noticed that she worried about him more than himself. As the clock ticks he is becoming the person he always wanted be and his mother regrets. Since the beginning of the second semester his family never new happiness, every weekend there is a family fight between Adam and his only son. They are the complete opposite of each other like fire and water. His mother wanted to know the reason behind her son’s disgraceful behavior lately. The question of what have she done wrong always came up to her like a huge black wall.

A day of a month in a year Jonathan’s mother prepared her bag, with no time to kiss her husband good bye, she vanished through the darkness of the sky. Driving through the night and arriving at the sun rise at the bay, she prayed that the answers she is seeking isn’t bad, as it may break her heart at an old age because of feeling bad for her lost son who doesn’t know his way through darkness. She stopped at the university’s gate, and asked herself did the university change? The university is still the same as the first time she dropped her boy and she started rewinding the good memories of joy. Parking her car next to the dorm gate, Jonathan didn’t expect a visit from his lovely old maid. She went up the stairs, standing at the door, finger on the bell and five on her soul she gathered all her strength to press the button next to the door. Her heart was racing, could that be from happiness of seeing a friendly face she already knows or scared from what could be hidden behind that door? She doesn’t know. Twenty seconds later a non-familiar face opened the door, he smiled and said “You look fine woman are you my friend’s hoe?” She slapped him knocking a tooth out of his mouth that is how hard it was, replying back to that strange folk she said “Get out of the way skank let me investigate the place.” She was shocked from what she saw, her heart hoped her eyes were fault, but her brain sent messages to her soul that is the truth lady, don’t be crazy we all can see it. Drugs, booze and cards are everywhere to be seen, the room was like a shop on a black Friday night at the end of the sales. As she looked down, water droplets were flowing down to the carpet that was carrying the pain, cocaine that is what it contained. Walking back to his room dreaming about a good puff of fumes, he stopped and started “This car looks familiar!” that is what he said. With drunken attitude and addiction he ignored his thoughts and went up to his cage. She was standing blaming herself for every single grain he sniffed, she wants to scream but her brain wouldn’t unlock her sound box. Going up the stairs he doesn’t know what was waiting, humming along the way like a bird on lazy Sunday morning. She recognized the voice, getting the keys out of his pocket making a lot of noise. His friend rushed to him and said “There is a crazy woman inside there don’t step in you are going to be dead.” He was a bit late she was out, staring down at him ready to lunch a bullet to the one person she once adored. His friend ran down the stairs trying to escape death while Jonathan stood there stiff as an Oak tree, starting to lose his grip on his metallic keys. As they hit the ground he felt his dreams are been shattered away, like a glass of Wine on Valentine’s Day. The feeling of breaking up with a person you once loved on a beautiful day that is how he felt when his mother started crying out her pain. Her tone was getting louder as the wound was getting larger, emotions were running deep but he couldn’t feel a thing, staring down at her with cold eyes like he doesn’t care anymore. There was something bugging him at that point, is it her voice or the feeling that he was always been watched. Watched that is it, too many people are watching his family dispute; everyone is out of their rooms watching his mother’s pain like an animated cartoon. “You don’t see this in dorms everyday” those were the whispers of entertained students. He came back to his senses; his foot started moving on its own, grabbing his mother’s hands and pulling her towards his room. Pushing her inside on to the cushion full of popcorn and juice, locking the door on her and screaming in the corridor like a wild man, “What are you doing? Don’t do this my child” that is what she said trying to understand what he was doing before it was too late. His anger reached the roof, his hands were banging every room it sees, “What is wrong with you haven’t you fought with your family before?” screaming those words at every wood block his mouth could breathe at. His rage decreased as people ceased there laser vision on his misery. He sat down and started thinking about that angry woman in his building locked in his room. Flash backs of what he was and what he became projected large in his three D brain. “What have I done? Did I do anything wrong? Should I apologize and say I was wrong?” Too many questions clashing in his senses, but not one sentence would knock any senses and change that woman’s initial intentions. He stood up on his shaky legs and walked towards his room. Stretching his hands to unlock the door and unleash the temporary silent beast. As the door opened wide he was ready to be part of the beast’s feast. She grabbed him from his collar and threw him across the room like a bed sheet, unexpected power that was generated from years of forgiveness and continuous strings of sadness and madness. She didn’t speak for ten minutes at least, a wrecking ball that was smashing everything that was in peace. She turned her head across the room to see her son in the corner of doom, walking like a possessed devil across shattered glass and broken tables full of weed; she targeted her son as the next object to beat. He got frighten “She is coming closer towards me” his immature self-screamed, “Oh my God, she is going for the kill that is for sure, after all these years of mother-mance”  his soul breached. He jumped from bed with a head of steam, he can’t be humiliated in front his fake poster of the Four Musketeers. He ran over the couch like a deer, he thought he was safe because of his speed not knowing that she is the one who gave birth to him “The little cub”. She grabbed his leg and displaced it is position like a glass of beer, with no fear she started shouting with all the worlds her dictionary could gather in that second of spear. He was shocked, scared, anxious and his eyes where full of tears. The distance was too close that he could actually feel the heat from the words and the daggers from the sentences, he couldn’t take it anymore he wanted to flee, and she was all over him like a tiger staring down a gazelle’s meat. Pushing her away with his manly force, his manhood was restored forgetting that she was a female mystic who once came to his forehead and kissed, he was so young at that moment that he thought he actually missed it. She was on the floor with pain allover her back, charging the energy she lost to fight back and get her son from the darkness he was at. The blood was all over her face, she couldn’t see it but he was there to witness what he has done in despair. She couldn’t keep up the act of been fair falling on her knees and trying to gracefully pray that her son could hear her and come back and take the right turn.

He ran towards her with his tears flying through thin air, folding her between his arms trying to push every blood drop back to its vein, a piece of glass was stuck to her brain “Is that how hard I pushed her? Why did I carry that much hate? What did she do to deserve this ending mate?” an inner spirit said to his soul, he was enlightened and was ready to what is right again, but was it too late? He teleported to the other side of the room, taking his phone between his bloody hands, he was shivering but he never felt that great. He was determined to save that one person that mattered to him before it was too late. The cops came minutes later and took her away, he was asked to follow but he sat down in the room when it was dark to reevaluate. Should he go and apologize for his mistakes or stay and make everything right from his recent place. He threw his ego away and took a taxi all the way to the hospital next to the runway. Jonathan was never worried about anyone before, that was his first time suffering from what happened in the dorms. The doctor came out with a smiling face “There is some good news Jonathan, you better behave.” His sole said before the doctor spoke like a sage. “Jonathan your mom is in a deep Acoma, she lost a lot of blood on the way here. If we couldn’t replace the lost blood as soon as possible, you better remember her last words.” That is what the doctor said leaving Jonathan in a deep depression mood, he couldn’t cry nor move he was stuck between the palms of the devil as he was dancing in hell with some weird creatures who were supposed to be in heaven. The world was getting darker, the night is getting shorter and the pain was getting larger. He started walking outside the hospital abandoning his sick mother, he doesn’t why he is pissed, is it because he was the one responsible for what happened to her or that he couldn’t remember what were her last words to him? “What were her last words to me?” his conscious was yelling at him for an answer. The last thing he could remember of her be possessed and was approaching him for some beating, then she started crying again and she was yelling her brains out, “what did she say? What did she say? WHAT DID SHE SAY?” his memory slot in his head tried so hard to figure that answer out but it failed. He fell to the ground and lost all fate. He is about to lose his mother and know he can’t remember her last words. He ran back to the hospital, to see if she could stay alive and figure out a way to cover his disgrace. Running through the corners of the hospital, the closer he is to the room the louder the moaning sounds are that obviously didn’t sound good. He began to fear that this was the end of his mother’s throne. “It could be another family close to her room, there is nothing to fear, she will be all boom in the morning.” He tried comforting his weak self before he would know the truth. His heart was beating faster that the pistons in a formula one car. Tears were thrown out of his eyes as he was running through the hospital’s hall, “I love you mama.” His lips kept mumbling before he reaches the rest of the troop. His father was sitting down and three doctors around him trying to ease his anger and pain. “She is gone to a better place. She will be fine over there.” One of the three doctors said with a calm voice. Jonathan’s heart stopped pumping, his hands went cold, his feet went numb and his sole went to rest. He stared at his evil hands that murder a love home, a place that always welcomed him even when evil consumed his sole. He ran out of the hospital looking for something he doesn’t know, something exists somewhere that will fill that empty hole. Not knowing that she died taking with her that warmness he is looking for. Every day Jonathan has this vision of a knife been thrown at him directed his heart, but his mother took the hit and left him impart. He always goes to her grave looking for his missing part, but there is no hope. He accomplished everything all the standards he was supposed to accomplish when she was alive, but it doesn’t feel that good when that one person is gone. He got what he wanted, a decent job, a house, a beautiful family and handful of cars, but still he doesn’t feel happy or satisfied, he wants what she took away with her, he wants that part, at least he wants to know what her last words were at least that should keep him alive.

 

 

Written by Ibrahim Ha (AKA IA00)

Co-Author: Elshafie


Submitted: April 18, 2014

© Copyright 2021 Elshafie. All rights reserved.

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Criss Sole

This is a sad one. Poor Jonathan went man... and he had such a promising future. Now he has to live wit his horrible actions.

Mon, June 15th, 2015 7:23am

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