Blissful Darkness

Gently I let the breath escape me, to have the white puffed cloud ascend in the cold night air. I begin Quivering, for not only the violent winds rushing past my bare arms, but for pure fear of the inevitable future events awaiting me. Shutting my eyes I can vividly imagine my old life and the friends that I was rarely separated by. Bouncing on the old worn-out trampoline; laughing long and hard about the most random of subjects that our smiles would get stuck, and be permanently fixed on our faces for days at a time. Nostalgic by these memories I often find myself with lips crooked into a joyful smile. Although when my gray eyes flutter open once again, a depression begins to settle. The steel chains linked perfectly to cut forcefully into my wrists creating the physical pain needed to block the existing mental pain. Clanging sounds in the near distance making my head pound fiercely racing my marathon heartbeat. Gently steps approach my imprisoned body in the all-too small dog kennel bloodied by past memories. I keep my head bent down toward the dark dirt ground until his steel-toed boots enter my vision. Carefully I lift my head to investigate his expression; stern and determined. I stare deeply at his eyes searching desperately for a soul I have not yet found after an excruciatingly long week. “Hello darling,” he whispers with obvious fake enthusiasm. Concern wells up within me as he cautiously wields a shimmering silver blade. Tears flow down my dirt streaked face as I blurt out hurryingly, “No… please… no…” For a split second a pain pierces through my skin, then, peacefulness slips into my mind. As the seconds ebb onward his laughter floats farther away as long with any lingering worries. Strangely, no white light comes to welcome my dismay, instead, all colors fade, fade into a dark ditch, fade into oblivion, and this sanctuary becomes the most blissful place I will or would have ever gone.