Never Removes-Personal Narrative

I will never forget the evenings spent waiting by the dark cliffs, watching the last rays of dying golden light grasping at the tips of waves, the rustling grass, my clothes, my hair and my face as their source sunk beneath the sky. I would quietly observe the deep blue suffocate the sun, and wonder why things are. I would question why our world came to exist and why the sun would set every day, only to climb back up into the sky. I couldn’t let myself fall back to those lazy days, sitting on the cliffs, wondering about nothing important. It was the death of me then, and it could be the death of me now.
The day I realized this and stopped wondering was the day someone else was at my cliffs. I was too busy wondering to even bother to look …show more content…
It shut my eyes, closed my windpipe, restricted my movement, and finally stopped my heart. An eternity passed in a second before I finally opened my eyes to find nothing staring me in the face. Empty, meaningless nothing, full of invisible eyes poking holes in the walls I have surrounded myself with all my life.
The darkness probed the deepest corners of my mind, greedily drinking in my memory, my thought, my existence. I struggled only for a brief moment, then gave in to the decedent feeling of giving up. Instantly the darkness lifted its weight off of my limbs, my lungs took in false air, but my heart did not beat.
I took my first steps into the dark, feeling like I could walk forever and never get anywhere. I remembered I did not need to go anywhere, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, a smile took hold of my lips. It almost hurt how much I smiled, but if it did I felt nothing. I had no responsibility, no pain, no desire to …show more content…
He was asleep, and had not seen me yet. I felt a weight in my hand and found myself to be holding a knife. I approached the man, and covered his mouth as I slit his throat. I watched solemnly as he gurgled and struggled for a few moments, then became still. I did not feel the blood on my hands until I looked down at them. The monster appeared above the dead man and its long, dog-like tongue lapped at the blood.
After it drank its fill, we returned to the red place, and the monster thanked me for complying. I demanded to be sent back to the darkness. The monster laughed and said I could not go back. Once I had chosen, I could not go back there, or I would truly die. I told it I thought it was lying, and insisted that I go. It sighed and shook its horned head, then waved its claw.
I was in the darkness, and there was no sign of the red glow or the white light. I felt the darkness squeezing in on me, my skin, my useless organs. I felt the force of my voice scraping against my throat, unable to change the fact that I was being pressed into myself, the fear was so intense, and all I could do was scream and scream and scream. . .

This makes sense now. I will not have to wonder