Five: Death has no Eyes

Echos and cues came from all around. I couldn't see it. I couldn't even open my eyes. If my eyes were opened, as I now blind? What was wrong? Why was it so cold? I couldn't move my body. I was stuck.

My breathing became ragged. I couldn't control it. I screamed for help. "HELP!" Over and over again. No one was there.

I was utterly alone in a dark, cold horrifying place. It wasn't horrible. It's like I've been here before. So long ago. This feeling is fresh. I know this place like I know my own home. There is a calm that rushes over. Assuring that things will be okay. As I lay there tied down by the world and whatever caused me to get to this place, there is a light that breaks through to my mind. I can see. I can hear. I can feel.

The light is gold and white. The sounds are of the most beautiful music I've ever heard. There is a man. He stands tall above me. He wears a black cloak covering every inch of his body. This strange man holds a cane with a curved blade on the end. His entire demeanor was dark and complex. I couldn't place it. I knew him. All of him. I couldn't remember him though. And that hurt badly.

Still, inside my mind, I got up, with every step I took, the ground started to decay. It petrified me. I was toxic, I knew but I wasn't trying to kill anything. It just happened. It was uncontrollable.

I could feel this overriding pain course through me like oil fire. I just couldn't name it. it was the most agonizing thing I've ever felt of my life. But it was so serene that I wouldn't know how to explain it like now.

I crept along while the world beneath me was broken hardheartedly turning into a masterpiece of destruction. Not even the lies that there told here can fix what is happening. it is all just one big tangled mess. The sky is so luminescent. The moon hangs above as though it was on a fishing line just sitting there... Waiting, for the chance to captive a fellow fish. But in this case, the only fish here would be the poor unfortunate souls like myself who roam this world unexpectedly and turn a blinding eye to whoever chooses to do the damage.

This place is deathly quiet. Some would call it a graveyard. Most would call this place a living hell. Was it though? No. This was the place that people came before death. Was I dying? Am I already dead? I hope not!

Why does the wind have a sound? Why does the earth move around? Why does everything that doesn't make sense, are the things are meant to make the most? And why is it the things that make the most logical exception to the human brain, turns out to be the most complicated theories of our time?

The wind spoke to the trees. The trees spoke to the stars. And for the stars, they spoke to an endless amount of in need souls who just needed to be reminded of who they are. That it is still good in this cold, damaged, broken world. It made me to what seemed to be the edge. It wasn't. It was just a hill that at the end had a beautiful tree and a huge lake. There he is. My savior. The one who will tell me how to escape this prison.

I walked. I jogged. I ran. I had to make my way to him. I didn't dare let him be all alone in this place. I reached for him the closer I got. The world behind me had no more meaning. There was no point... Was there? Nope! None that I could actually find.

The closer I got the more energy I felt being drained from my being. My run became a jog. And my jog once more turned into a walk. I crept up behind the tree. There he stood. In his dark overlooking cloak. I reached for his shoulders. The instant I touched him, the cloak fell to the ground. A freezing wind swept over me. Sending chills down my spine.

OK, I'll be honest. This is some really creepy shit! I look down. Up. Left. Right. All around. Except for behind me. Slowly with agonizing, tormenting anticipation, I turn. Things begin to grow brighter. I see him there. Amazing. This truly was... There he is. Sheer panic took over. This is no man. This is just a being. Right? I don't even know. This man had no eyes. Only a line where his mouth should be. But not even that is correct. There are stitches That have dark grey cotton sticking out in between them.

Just like before my breath is caught. I can't look away. Even if he can't see me, I feel like there is a way that he is watching me. Could there be away? No, it's impossible. I pay closer attention to him. I know this man. He is like a faint memory. This man is no other than the one and the only; Death...

He etches closer, reaching his bony hands out to reach me. Like he wants to catch me. Am I falling? Has all timed stopped in one aspect of time? His breath smells just like his name. If 'Death' even has a smell...

His icy hands snake their way around my wrists, spider-webbing their way down my arms to my waist. He looks me dead in the eyes. That's when the ground under my feet falls through. There I am once again. Laying on the cold ground with drops of rain falling onto my cold, hopefully, lifeless body.

I look up, and there he is. He is so far away from me. I can't reach him. My body doesn't allow it. Instead, I drift off into a peaceful slumber...