Edge of forever

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This depicts the struggle between today's youth and addiction.

Submitted: September 21, 2014

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Submitted: September 21, 2014

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Lewis Goodman turns twenty years old today.  It may very well be Lewis’ last birthday!  His family will not be greeting him with gifts, and cards of celebration.  Not even a phone call will Lewis receive, on his most special day of the year.
?It’s not due to forgetfulness on his family’s part; but quite the opposite.  Lewis’ mother knows exactly what today is, however she is clueless on the whereabouts of her youngest son.  In fact, it has nearly been a year since any of his family has talked to Lewis.
?One question still remains unanswered!  What has torn Lewis away from his family?  There is only one way to answer that question.  Lewis is a well-established drug addict; and a frequent meth user.  What I mean by “frequent” is multiple times daily!
?His addiction has made him virtually unrecognizable to those who knew him before he made his metamorphosis into what he is today!  Just like an infectious disease, it has taken everything from him; and likewise to his family.  After an unmentioned amount of money; and several family heirlooms vanished nearly over night, just like a leaf picked up by the wind.  Lewis’ family gave him an ultimatum, either get “clean” or go to jail.  Lewis chose none of the above; and disappeared like a vapor into air, with no remorse.
?This leads us to find Lewis in a paralytic state.  Somewhere between consciousness; and death, he lays on a “bed bug” ridden mattress, which smells of vomit and urine (which he has recently contributed too).
?Through the unremitting darkness, a soft whisper could be heard.  At first it was completely intangible.  Slowly it became more precise, as if it came from the inner most realm of his mind.  Lewis began to welcome the unearthly; but yet familiar voice.
“How have you let it come to this?”
“Why have you been so reckless; and carefree?”
?Lewis made an attempt to reply to the bizarre voice; but discovered his mouth was inoperative.
“Just a waste of time I guess, to even try!” (spoken with an inner dialogue)
“What would you know about trying anything productive?   As of late the only thing you’ve tried is a dirty needle!”  Shocked with intense fear Lewis asked, “who are you?”
?“I figured you wouldn’t recognize me.  You’ve ignored me for so long, it’s no surprise to me that I’ve slipped from your daily judgments and compunction for your acts of the “human condition”.  Lewis I’m your conscience!”
?“I’m just on a bad “trip”, he thought as he was increasingly growing more worried.
“Maybe I should refresh you on where you are; and what’s actually going on. You’re currently lying on a filth covered mattress, wearing nothing but rags, not fit to be used in a grease shop.  You have severely infected track marks, up and down both arms.  Sores and scabs are covering nearly every area of your body.   The rat’s nest of a trailer you’re in belongs to your drug dealer, who has two meth labs cooking at this very minute.  Your so called “friends” placed you back here to simply die; and at the moment that’s exactly what’s happening, very quickly!”
?“If I’m dying why should I care?  And why have you appeared out of nowhere?”
?“Just so you know, I haven’t just appeared for your finale in this life.  I have always been here.  With every bad decision, through every round of dope, in every heart ache; and tear you brought to your family and loved ones, I’ve been here through it all.  Every bit of advice, and counselling fell on deaf ears.  It’s only out of desperation that you are listening to me now.
?Leaving like this is purely a selfish act.  Think of the ones you’re leaving that cared for you; and cried for you.  Consider the boy that will grow up fatherless, only to one day find out what his father was.  You will only be spoken in shame; and quickly forgotten.”
?“I still don’t know why you’re here.  Just let me go!  There’s no redemption for those who are no longer human.  When they say “it” takes everything, the soul is included.”
?“Alcoholics would refer to this as a moment of clarity.  For you this is the moment of self-preservation or self-destruction.   Time is short.  You’re being given a chance to fight; and regain what you’ve lost.  The window of opportunity is shutting.  You must quickly decide which is of more value, your current high or…”
?The mysterious voice rapidly faded.  Much like a light exiting a tunnel, the still soft voice disappeared, never again to return.  The choice has been made, one more, small town front page headline to be read; and just another page three obituary.
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