Death is always waiting. Every since the day we are born into this Earth we are embraced by the very thing that is death. It constantly follows us through the hallways of our schools to the rooms of our houses. Death is always here. I know how horrible death can be and what it leaves behind. I still remember the day she took her life. I will always remember what her death left me. It left us with questions and feelings that we will never be able to truly solve or let go of. They say that they will always be with you in your heart but all this time I’ve felt nothing, seen nothing to convince me otherwise. Once someone is gone from your life, once they die, they cease to exist permanently. You may have memories and things like that but when you sit there and really think about it you’ll never be able to see them, feel them, or even hear their voice again. That is the harsh reality of death. Death is something I hate more then anything. It takes things from you that you could never replace… But at the same time…when I really think about it. I cant help but… respect death. Without death we would live life forever without really living at all. Nothing would matter because nothing would end. No matter how much pain death has caused me I can’t help but find a sort of… beauty to it. One’s life is like a small flame that burns over a period of time but then gracefully gets put out by the wind. I hear stories about people fulfilling something in their lives. They have a purpose and complete it and with that they are whole. There’s such a beauty to it that I’ve never really realized. I’ve spent all this time so angry and so upset over what I’ve lost… I’ve overlooked the sheer beauty of it. I can’t even imagine the feeling of a man looking up to his maker and simply saying to him. “I finished it, take me away.” I can’t help the tears falling from my eyes. A strange sense of happiness overtakes me as I lower the gun from my head and slowly set it down on the table. What was to be my own crime scene became a small room of happiness and warmth? I didn’t understand why I suddenly became so positive but for some unexplainable reason, my eyes darted to the window. That’s when I saw it. It was outside of the woods but it wasn’t hiding itself at all. It was almost as if it was trying to show itself to the world. A creature with four legs that were all planted on the ground and a long thin body was in clear view through my window. The most distinctive feature though had to be its face. It had a long face with long sharp horns. White burning eyes that looked almost like two small stars. I stared at this unknown thing as it stared at me. Its white eyes were almost mesmerizing. As it stared at me, it slowly began to smile. At first it was terrifying, but as I continued to stare I was filled with an unexplainable sense of… joy. Did this thing stop me somehow from killing myself? It was almost as if it had been watching me the entire time I had this gun to my head. It’s almost as if it had changed my thought patterns with those burning white eyes. But I don’t think I will ever forget the beauty I saw in those eyes. That creepy smile. After that moment I knew what I had to do. I got up and simply walked out of the room. I never went back to that house. Whatever that creature was, it changed me. I never returned to my old life, old habits. I simply lived. Now the most important question is, what will you do? Will you live, or will you suffer? Remember, he is always watching you.
Credit To: Mike Sanchez