06-15-2015, 12:54 PM
Lucas blinked and felt the tears in his eyes. When had he been crying? He tried to smile and his face resisted. The lump in his throat was a rock and it made swallowing hard.
The man spoke on the phone and the words were only muffled to him and yet he felt a stab to his heart. The man looked at him and whatever Lucas had seen before was gone. He saw hatred and pain. All sense fled him as he surged, tried to free himself. Terror and realization and anger fought within him, building and building.
The man touched the back of his neck and Lucas broke. His walls broke. Grief so great and infinite poured through him, scoured him, swept him away. He was drowning, his voice crying out pleading with God to save him, begging for relief, for somewhere to stand, someplace to hide.
The flood washed over him, tumbling him over and over until he didn't know what side was up and what side was down, currents jerking his arms and legs like the weak things they were, snapping him as if he were nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing...over and over again the mantra pounded at him, crushing him, a grape under the foot of the universe, a weed, and leaf, inconsequential and meaningless.
It scoured at his crushed body, eating away at his soul, burning him away and he tried to escape the agonizing emptiness. But he could not run anywhere in his mind. He screamed for an eternity, an infinite wail, beseeching the heavens for mercy, for hope, for succor.
And finally, his heart burst, one of main arteries just rupturing and the physical pain was almost a relief even as things started to get hazy around the edges of sight that he did not remember he had until that moment. He felt light headed and his chest felt warm and he clung to that even as the water continued to wash him away until finally there was nothing of him left.
The man spoke on the phone and the words were only muffled to him and yet he felt a stab to his heart. The man looked at him and whatever Lucas had seen before was gone. He saw hatred and pain. All sense fled him as he surged, tried to free himself. Terror and realization and anger fought within him, building and building.
The man touched the back of his neck and Lucas broke. His walls broke. Grief so great and infinite poured through him, scoured him, swept him away. He was drowning, his voice crying out pleading with God to save him, begging for relief, for somewhere to stand, someplace to hide.
The flood washed over him, tumbling him over and over until he didn't know what side was up and what side was down, currents jerking his arms and legs like the weak things they were, snapping him as if he were nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing...over and over again the mantra pounded at him, crushing him, a grape under the foot of the universe, a weed, and leaf, inconsequential and meaningless.
It scoured at his crushed body, eating away at his soul, burning him away and he tried to escape the agonizing emptiness. But he could not run anywhere in his mind. He screamed for an eternity, an infinite wail, beseeching the heavens for mercy, for hope, for succor.
And finally, his heart burst, one of main arteries just rupturing and the physical pain was almost a relief even as things started to get hazy around the edges of sight that he did not remember he had until that moment. He felt light headed and his chest felt warm and he clung to that even as the water continued to wash him away until finally there was nothing of him left.