The Dream, Part TwoA Chapter by Thomas Reilly ThornhillNero's adventure into the mind of a madmanI had been here once before. Rain was beating down on my face and I stood surrounded in a thick grey sheet of transparent fog that seeped feelings of a bitter loneliness and a blank existence into the pores of my soul. As though a singular cloud had been thrown outcast from his world and oppressed its inner hatred upon as much of the bare land as it could. I was in a frantic state of panic. I had to be somewhere, but my memory failed me. The unsettling urge to move had pushed me so far that I had but one choice. I tried to clear the depressing shadow that seemed evermore, as I paced, to be following me. My arms felt as though they were bound but there were no visible signs of rope or wire. As I ventured further through the mist I found myself in a graveyard. I had no idea why I was here but I knew, without a doubt, that I would find my answers here. Almost as though an invisible force was guiding me I landed in front of a very well crafted piece of masonry. The suspense of finding out why I was here was almost leaving me to the point of vomiting. I peered at the name on the small stone sign and what I read left me with the urge to peel out my eyes and extract the part of my brain that contained the memory of her. I wanted to die. The steady stream of tears flowing from my eyes gladly blurred my vision. I couldn’t relieve myself from the warm hands of grief that so eagerly led me here. I had felt this before, the last time I was here. No one feeling or vile concoction of emotions could be as fatally hurtful as this. I was crying so hard that I began to cough and choke. My mind was lost with one string of words and one name but the insistent water pouring down my face and the collapsing of my lungs made it impossible to stay focused. Drenched in the knowledge that I had found a lie and possessed the inability to undo time I fell further down the abyss of the truth. I wanted death to take me and guide me to absolution. But
not surprisingly death didn’t want me, I wasn’t worth his time. After clearing
this thought in my mind I stood up with an uncertainty in my legs and I set off
into the gloom in search for the entrance to Hell.
© 2012 Thomas Reilly ThornhillAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 21, 2012 Last Updated on July 23, 2012 AuthorThomas Reilly ThornhillGlasgow, strathclyde, United KingdomAboutI suffer from a multiple personality disorder. It had been a major setback most of my younger life but Ive found that I enjoy collaborating my writing with my other me´s. Ive been told its actua.. more.. |

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