Thursday, January 3, 2013

Chapter VIII: Twilight ride part 1

MATTHEW CROSS




                Again, I find myself inside the familiar darkness. The eternal void swallowed everything, only the sound of my voice inside my head kept me company. The sense of time had gone out the window—I felt what they call eternity. Is this death? I couldn’t really tell.

                The memory of what happened during the last moments of my consciousness suddenly comes back like a flaming train wreck. The shooting pain was all in my head this time, yet I could distinctly feel a charred hole the bullet made on my Armani suit as my fingers ran through the fabric. There was a hole inside my heart no painkillers could ever get rid off—and like the bullet hole itself, I felt hollow.