I watched as the room started to fall apart, everything but the monster and me. The floors started to fall as the Zinas were being separated, their heads detaching from their body as deep, drilled holes that could fit a bullet started to form on their foreheads. Bleeding in eternity as the blood flowed, dripping like waterfalls onto the ever ending abyss that died below me.
I watched as 6 heads surrounded me, flowing with blood as it leaked continuously, discoloring to black as they all stared at me with their large, dark, soulless sockets. Watching me as the world around me collapsed, fading as the clouds began to bleed and cry. I looked all around me as eyes materialized in the sky, looking around with their black irises, their sunken sockets weighing down on the poor eyes. An eye then appeared above my head, staring into the abyss as it began to cry deep- darken oil, weeping until it covered me. Weeping as I felt the thick oil whisper into my ears words of grief, words of death, words of requiem. I then gasp in epiphany as I attempted to move out of the spot, staying in place as my screams were soon drowned by the sounds of the voices.
I heard as the oil whispered, drowning me not in its liquid, but in its voices. I attempted to scream as the voices wailed into my ears, pointing out every imperfection that happened to be on my rotting carcass, crying dirges as I felt myself silence. So much noise. I heard nothing, yet in my mind I heard so much. My consciousness was to me, a vast sea of noise and regret- drowning anyone who dare venture it. A vast, deep sea that seemed alive as it made sure to drown your nose and mouth, filling your head up until its nothing but another sea of voices and thought. I have drowned in my own sea.
I wake up to see figures barge in, as they knock me violently by the head as everything goes black.
The last things I hear being the melancholic screams of my mother and the loud, despicable muttering of gibberish I understood not one bit. The cries of a baby as louder thumps interrupted my vision as my sight finally gave in to the shadows of nothing.
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I wake up to the rustling of the fire as I jolted upright, observing my surroundings to see around me nothing but ashes and a big fire place keeping me warm. I stand up to see half-burnt school uniforms, rustling around as I step on them to hear a soft crunch. I walk around as my surroundings seemed to get eerier with each little rustle. On the floor were school IDs with the faces of the students on the IDs being burnt unidentifiable, the names being nothing but a jumble of letters. I continued to walk as I slowly placed my foot forward, moving myself as I saw ahead of me a much smaller fire with a table in front of it.
I walk silently across the room as the crunches and settling of the ashes were the only sounds to be heard. I listened closely to it as I heard silent whispers, whispers of little girls. Whispers of little boys. Whispers of children.
No. I heard not the whispers of children, but the whispers of rage- destined to be silenced ‘til the day of judgment.
I continued to trek slowly as I continued to observe my humble surroundings, far behind me was a large wooden door, far in front of me was a tall oak table- a small fire crackling as it stood behind a small mountain of what seemed to be brown leather shoes. I noticed as I walked so many different pairs of small leather shoes, laying about in miniature clumps and mountains. All of which in different sizes, all of which were smaller than my shoes. I tried to look at those clumps of shoes but each time I did, I felt cold shivers freeze up my fragile spine, I felt like I knew each one of the people who wore those shoes. But each time I tried to remember who they were I would see gruesome images of them burning and screaming in agony as the raging flames consumed them. The more I stared at the flame burning in front of me, the more I felt like it was bigger, bigger with the everlasting flames of resentment and the thirst for blood. The thirst for revenge.
In front of me now, was the materialization of pent-up anger, raging and crackling as it reached its long, sharp arms out aimlessly, hoping to drag someone into them. Hoping to consume them to forever feed on their soul, to forever feed on their heart.
I then closed my eyes, then turned around to see children, oh so many children. Staring at me as I watched their skin discolor to a pale white, pointing at me as their eyes started to disappear to ash. Fading away slowly into ashes as I watched brutal, deep, bleeding cuts form on their rotting flesh. Bleeding away as they opened their dark, empty mouths to scream. I watched in terror as I found that they were hollow, in their bodies were nothing but the shadows of nothing. They were nothing more but a memory. My ears bled as their wails vibrated throughout my body, shivering my spine as a wave of cold consumed me. It was a pitiful sight. Their screams then grew so loud that one by one, each of them bursted into a splatter of blood, staining the shoes as a loud, painful POP! Waved from each death, reaching my ears violently as the sound deafened me for a minute as I squinted my eyes in immense pain.
I opened them back again as I saw in front of me, my mother. Relieved to see her again I attempted to go to her, I tried to move, I tried to run to her, but nothing came. I tried to scream to her, I tried to talk to her, but nothing emitted. I then watched in shock as she cried in fear, looking through me as she began to burn.
I saw in gruesome detail as my mother began to burn, the flames bursting through her as it combusted inside her, taking her away from me. I stared helpless as my mother screamed for help, banging the windows around her as gas filled up her capsule, weeping and shouting as the flames began to eat her. Eating away at her skin, as they bit roughly like wolves as they feasted on her body, growing hungrier with each bite as they chomped at her. The wolves of hell tearing her flesh apart as she was kept alive, experiencing every wave, every single wave of excruciating pain as she screamed yet again in vain. I watched as the glass began to fog up, her hands banging on the strong glass as it kept its shape. Her hand sliding across it, struggling as she continued her useless attempts to escape. Her clenched fist then slammed the fogged window one last time. She was dead.
I squinted my eyes as a sharp pain suddenly thrusted into my head as images of her lifeless body flashed through my mind just staring at me as her deep hollow eyes seemed to end at the void. I saw as her body was carelessly thrown to a big pile of bodies, a pile of bodies that belonged to the owners of those shoes. All staring at me with the hollow shells of their former being .
I opened my eyes as my gruesome vision was interrupted by the slamming of the large wooden door as in its place I saw my father, with his gun facing my head. I looked at him as I saw how blank and soulless his eyes looked, how empty he was. His eyes were the eyes of someone who died a long time ago. He was already dead, he was not my father, he was a Zina.
“You are not my papa. You are Zina” I whispered to him as BANG! he pulled the trigger.
Is this death? Will this be death? What is death? Is death the moment my poor, tired soul leaves my body? Or is death the moment you are forgotten from the world. When you die are you merely forgotten from existence? If so is true death the day you are forgotten from the world? Or is death right in front of me, as the 7-caliber bullet heads toward me, like a late express train making up for its tardiness? No. Death is now as the ammo violently pulls through my head, piercing through my very being as it contacts my brain matter, pulling through as blood quickly stains my shirt. Pushing through as quickly as light , finally exiting from the back of my skull as I feel my head shatter.
My world goes black as it gave in to the darkness, invading my vision as a loud thump emerged from the wooden floor, my shattered cranium hitting the ground roughly as I begin to hear the voices of abyss reach my ears. I hear the small whispers as the void called me, wailing for me to return to my mother, my mother being her.
Death is my mother, death is the void. Death is when we all return to our mothers, death is not spreading our wings to ascend to heaven-no, death is the fall as we respond to the calls of our mother. Life is like playing outside as we have fun, talking to our friends as we grow older, taking things for granted ‘til finally we go home one by one. One by one, with the disappearance of each individual we finally realize the importance of the time we had. Death is the inevitable fate we all meet. Death is the fall of eternity as we continue to plummet into the dark well of the abyss, rapidly falling nowhere as our bodies rot. Death is when one becomes none.
I lay there as blood left my head, these thoughts being nothing but a swirl of thought and emotion as faces of my loved ones flash through my heads, thoughts of sorrow and regret cramming into me in a millisecond as I fell out of existence.
My name is Zeta, please do not forget me.
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