Bounds to Eternity - Short Story

Instructions

Warning - Contains dark material, the mention of death, and violence. If sensitive - don't view. Don't report project if you dislike it, or find it dark. May be confusing, but is totally meant to confuse you. Betrayal. That's the first thing I feel as I wake up in darkness. My head hurts. Every part of my body aches, wanting me to move from my stiff position; for who knows how long I've been in. I trusted him with a secret. A secret I told none. Because he was strong. . . I thought he could help me be strong. To help me crumble the shell I forced myself into. And out of envy, he killed me. The last moments of my life was seared into my memory, it hurt more than I could possibly imagine. He smashed a kettlebell into my skull, not only shattering that, but my everything. He left my body to lay dead on the floor. Tears spill down my face as the aching sensation fills up in me, reminding me once again. Out of nowhere, a single beam of light the color of honey descends upon me, illuminating the room. When it hits my skin, the dead cold clamminess of my body vanishes, turning into soothing warmth. Soon, more beams of light form, transforming the few lights into one shining sky. All the pain I've every felt disappears, all of my human suffering has been relieved; I can barely think of him. A smile, irreplaceable and large forms on my face. I'm not scared anymore. I feel warm and free. I'm being held into a hug, one that can protect me, one where no harm can reach me. . . . I am ecstatic. I gasp as I notice wings the color of pure white, styled like an angels' is attached to my body. I unfold them to be mystified by the wingspan of them; they are so much bigger that me. Once I'm ready, I do the unthinkable; I fly. I glide gracefully towards the doors of heaven, they welcome me brightly. I was only several inches from it. I outstretched my arms, ready to be embraced by it. All of a sudden, inky blackness oozes into the light, dispersing it and muting it. I jump back in exclamation. I shriek once a long cold metal chain, wraps around my body, my wings, bounding me. Despair and panic fill my body, the sense strong and painful. It swirls inside of me, like a never-ending tornado. It was eating me inside out. I strain my body against the chain, putting my weight against it to be free. I yelp, the pressure overwhelming, it burns, and enough to snap me in half. My body feels sore and bruised already, as I move slowly and cautiously. I stare back at my wings, my teeth gritting against each other. I can fly! I flutter my wings, swiftly, trying to untangle and rush myself out. In response, the chains tighten its grip, while rearranging itself. Tearing my wings apart. A loud bellow of agony escapes my lungs, tears cascading down my cheeks. Blood drips down my back and arms, staining my pale skin. I m-must. . . K-keep. . . Going. I think. A stifled sob of desperation chokes out of me. I stretch my arms to where heaven was. . . Maybe if I wanted it enough I could get it. No, I couldn't, just wishing won't get me there. My skin was rubbed raw by the chains, bruises black and purple, filled with blisters. Fresh blood still pouring from my festering wounds, and my wings lay limp, broken. Before I could think, the chains pull me down in one swift motion. My stomach drops and my scream echoes into eternity. Now I lay on the ground, barely clinging onto life. My body is splintered; bones and limbs jutted and contorted into different angles. I look up, black fuzziness is taking my vision. I see my feathers, dipped in crimson red dancing to my side. I am weak. . . No wonder why I'm down here. I think wearily. I am frail. . . I almost chuckle to myself. With the last energy I scream, "I'm not supposed to be here. He is!" The black ooze is slowly taking my body in a shifting, fluctuating motion, sticking to it like tar. I let the despair creep in while the tar slowly eases at my neck. I am nothing. And now I've been eaten by the black, sent to hell, for possibly eternity.