-=[The Pain Within]=-
By Raising Hawk,
for the 'shorest story' contest.
I climb through the tiers, I have been climbing for so long that I fear I will faint from the exhaustion, but still I cant stop. The rusted metal cuts into my skin, making my eyes water and tears run down my face. But I cant stop, I have to keep climbing. I have to.
The shaft is miles deep, I never reached the bottom when I fell, but it appears endless. If I were to let go and push myself away surely I would fall to the center of the earth; to fire and heat, and pain. To a quick death.
The only thing keeping me from doing so is the fall. I fear falling forever, not knowing when the end will come. I fear that time away from the pain in my wretched body, the time away to think.
So I keep climbing, one painful inch at a time. My limbs are raw now, the skin on my hands stripped to the bone at places.
The pain is unlike anything on this world. Because it comes not from my ruined body, no, that I can no longer feel. No, this pain comes from within me. From within my mind.
Its a torturing kind of pain, the kind no drugs or place can help you escape. It leaves you cold and alone. Because while I cant escape it, the others could. The ones I loved. They could escape it so they did, leaving me alone in this endless hell. Alone in this room that knows no walls. Alone save for my insanity and the creature it has made of me.
I’m still climbing, my fingers torn to the bone. I feel not the pain in my body, but fear the one in my mind. I fear that one day I will stop climbing and it will overcome me, ******* me further beyond my own recognition, thus I climb. I climb to escape the madness within.
- Raising Hawk
02-Apr-2010 21:49:03
- Last edited on
05-Mar-2011 08:43:06
by
Logan Shafts
