Post by jesterslaugh on Mar 23, 2007 2:15:45 GMT -5
I find myself in the same hallway I always find myself in. Blank, white walls, peeling paint, a scuffed concrete floor, and the doors. Door after door, all colors of the rainbow, all types, metal, wood, plastic, glass, and in every style, ornate, ugly, beautiful. But I already know which door I’ll open, I always open the same one, the large black door at the end of the hallway, with the solid gold handle and a the lion door knocker. I slowly begin my walk towards the door, entranced by the beautiful contrast between the gold of the handle and the blackness of the paint. The sliding door to my right suddenly flies open and a small child walks into the hallway in front of me.
Child: Dane, you are a loser. Why don’t you go home and cry some more, none of us want you to play with us. GET OUT OF HERE YOU LOSER!!!
The child begins to laugh, before I can say anything he disappears back into the void behind the door and the it slams quickly with a loud thud. I realize that I’m crying for some reason and wipe the tears away and before I realize what I’m doing I’m pounding on the sliding door.
Dane: TAKE IT BACK YOU LITTLE B*ST*RD! I’M NOT A LOSER! I DESERVE TO PLAY JUST AS MUCH AS YOU!!!!
I realize what I’m doing quickly and stop.
Dane: He was just a kid he doesn’t know what he is saying.
I turn away from the now streaked glass door and continue my walk towards the beautiful door at the end of the hall. A man suddenly bursts through the brown, oak door to my right. He steps right in front of me with a cocky smile on his face. It takes me a moment to realize its my father.
Dane: Dad….What are you doing here?!?
Dad: I see that you failed again. I saw you wrestle what you called a match last week. What did I tell you, give up. You aren’t a winner, you will always be second best.
Dane: Dad how can you say these things, I’m your son.
Dad: Because I’ve watched you your whole life and all you have ever done is lose, now get your stuff and leave, I’m done with you.
I open my mouth to say something else but no words come out, and my father walks back the door and slams it behind him with a resounding crack that echoes through the whole hallway. I stumble back and lean against the wall, its cold as ice and I realize that my hands are shaking, though I’m not sure if its from fury or the new chill that is filling my body. I stare at the oaken door and consider kicking it in and showing my father what kind of man I am, but the lion head knocker comes into my eye and I turn back towards the beautiful black door and continue my walk, the floor is cold under my bare feet and the whole hallway seems to be dropping in temperature, my legs begin to feel like cement and it takes all the energy I have to lift them up and keep walking on, I suddenly lose my footing and fall face first onto the ground, knocking all the wind out of me.
Voice: That’s where you belong, on the ground. Now stay there.
I recognize that voice, and I snap my head up to get a look at him, but there is no one there and I slowly climb back to my feet and continue my walk towards the door, I can suddenly hear noise coming from behind the door to my left. I turn and look, it’s a ugly, purple door with a handle painted yellow, the whole thing seems to be about to shake itself off its hinges, I grab the handle, but before I can open it the door flings open and throws me against the opposite wall, and huge man walks out of the door, the man barely fits through the door and he can’t even stand up straight he is so tall.
Giant: Dane, you will lose again, and when its all over, it will be your fault, and I will destroy you for that.
Dane: I don’t even know who you are, but I’ll show you. I’ll show everybody, I’m the one who will win it all, I am not a loser. And it will be My fault, but not for a loss, but for a win.
The giant laughs a huge, thunderous, booming laugh that fills the hallway and hurts my ears before he bends right down in my face. His eyes are as piercing as a needle, and I feel as if he is staring into my soul.
Giant: We shall see, we shall see.
With that the giant laughs again and storms back through the ugly purple door, I stand up and quickly run towards the black door at the end of the hallway. I reach for the beautiful, golden handle, and as my fingers touch the knob the whole hallways seems to close in on me, I look behind me and the opposite wall seems to be rushing towards me, I quickly begin to try and turn the handle, but its locked, the walls seem to gaining speed as my breathe is now coming out in quick rasps, I grab the lion knocker and beat on the door and scream, the minute I knock the third time the door flies open and I fall into absolute darkness. I slowly gain my bearings and look around, the inside of a mansion, beautiful pictures hang on the walls, a soft velvet carpet under my feet, and a huge, black, leather sofa with a dead woman on it, her long black hair is in her face, her clothes are covered in blood, and I look down at my hands and realize that I’m covered in blood, I begin to stumble backwards, I trip over a chair and land hard on my back. Standing above me with a gun, is him.
Man with Gun: This is your fault, you made me do this.
I begin to scream and I suddenly sit up in my bed, dripping with sweat, breathing heavy, my head pounding. I slowly regain control of my breathing as I look at the clock, 4:26am exactly when it happened. I slowly stand up and climb out of my bed and head for the bathroom. I stumble in the dark and almost trip over something on my floor, I reach the bathroom and hit the light, its blinding, but my eyes quickly adjust and I stare into my dirty mirror.
Dane: You are not a loser, it wasn’t your fault, you will win this time. You will show them all.
I look down at my sink and see the bottle of sleeping pills.
Dane: And that is the last time I ever take those.
Fin
Child: Dane, you are a loser. Why don’t you go home and cry some more, none of us want you to play with us. GET OUT OF HERE YOU LOSER!!!
The child begins to laugh, before I can say anything he disappears back into the void behind the door and the it slams quickly with a loud thud. I realize that I’m crying for some reason and wipe the tears away and before I realize what I’m doing I’m pounding on the sliding door.
Dane: TAKE IT BACK YOU LITTLE B*ST*RD! I’M NOT A LOSER! I DESERVE TO PLAY JUST AS MUCH AS YOU!!!!
I realize what I’m doing quickly and stop.
Dane: He was just a kid he doesn’t know what he is saying.
I turn away from the now streaked glass door and continue my walk towards the beautiful door at the end of the hall. A man suddenly bursts through the brown, oak door to my right. He steps right in front of me with a cocky smile on his face. It takes me a moment to realize its my father.
Dane: Dad….What are you doing here?!?
Dad: I see that you failed again. I saw you wrestle what you called a match last week. What did I tell you, give up. You aren’t a winner, you will always be second best.
Dane: Dad how can you say these things, I’m your son.
Dad: Because I’ve watched you your whole life and all you have ever done is lose, now get your stuff and leave, I’m done with you.
I open my mouth to say something else but no words come out, and my father walks back the door and slams it behind him with a resounding crack that echoes through the whole hallway. I stumble back and lean against the wall, its cold as ice and I realize that my hands are shaking, though I’m not sure if its from fury or the new chill that is filling my body. I stare at the oaken door and consider kicking it in and showing my father what kind of man I am, but the lion head knocker comes into my eye and I turn back towards the beautiful black door and continue my walk, the floor is cold under my bare feet and the whole hallway seems to be dropping in temperature, my legs begin to feel like cement and it takes all the energy I have to lift them up and keep walking on, I suddenly lose my footing and fall face first onto the ground, knocking all the wind out of me.
Voice: That’s where you belong, on the ground. Now stay there.
I recognize that voice, and I snap my head up to get a look at him, but there is no one there and I slowly climb back to my feet and continue my walk towards the door, I can suddenly hear noise coming from behind the door to my left. I turn and look, it’s a ugly, purple door with a handle painted yellow, the whole thing seems to be about to shake itself off its hinges, I grab the handle, but before I can open it the door flings open and throws me against the opposite wall, and huge man walks out of the door, the man barely fits through the door and he can’t even stand up straight he is so tall.
Giant: Dane, you will lose again, and when its all over, it will be your fault, and I will destroy you for that.
Dane: I don’t even know who you are, but I’ll show you. I’ll show everybody, I’m the one who will win it all, I am not a loser. And it will be My fault, but not for a loss, but for a win.
The giant laughs a huge, thunderous, booming laugh that fills the hallway and hurts my ears before he bends right down in my face. His eyes are as piercing as a needle, and I feel as if he is staring into my soul.
Giant: We shall see, we shall see.
With that the giant laughs again and storms back through the ugly purple door, I stand up and quickly run towards the black door at the end of the hallway. I reach for the beautiful, golden handle, and as my fingers touch the knob the whole hallways seems to close in on me, I look behind me and the opposite wall seems to be rushing towards me, I quickly begin to try and turn the handle, but its locked, the walls seem to gaining speed as my breathe is now coming out in quick rasps, I grab the lion knocker and beat on the door and scream, the minute I knock the third time the door flies open and I fall into absolute darkness. I slowly gain my bearings and look around, the inside of a mansion, beautiful pictures hang on the walls, a soft velvet carpet under my feet, and a huge, black, leather sofa with a dead woman on it, her long black hair is in her face, her clothes are covered in blood, and I look down at my hands and realize that I’m covered in blood, I begin to stumble backwards, I trip over a chair and land hard on my back. Standing above me with a gun, is him.
Man with Gun: This is your fault, you made me do this.
I begin to scream and I suddenly sit up in my bed, dripping with sweat, breathing heavy, my head pounding. I slowly regain control of my breathing as I look at the clock, 4:26am exactly when it happened. I slowly stand up and climb out of my bed and head for the bathroom. I stumble in the dark and almost trip over something on my floor, I reach the bathroom and hit the light, its blinding, but my eyes quickly adjust and I stare into my dirty mirror.
Dane: You are not a loser, it wasn’t your fault, you will win this time. You will show them all.
I look down at my sink and see the bottle of sleeping pills.
Dane: And that is the last time I ever take those.
Fin
