After getting the food we decided to sit down inside the cafe, my friend was talking but I couldn’t understand any of it. I was too distracted, constantly watching the entrance.
No one was entering, we were all alone inside. The people behind the counter had disappeared. It was silent, I could only hear my heartbeat.
“I have to get out of here” I kept thinking to myself, trying to think of a place to hide.
My friend stopped talking and just stared at me blankly like the people before. I don’t know what to do, I tried to run away but I couldn’t stand up. It was like I was glued to the floor, my legs wouldn’t move. Fear ran down my body.
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe slowly.
I could still hear my heart, it was loud but surprisingly calming. As if the only thing in existence was the sound of my heart beating.
I took a deep breath, held for 10 seconds, and release.
Another deep breath, hold for 10, release.
Deep breath, hold, release.
Keep repeating until it slows down, don’t think about it, ignore your heart.
I must have done it around 100 times, I still didn’t want to open my eyes. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster again.
There is nothing I can do, No matter what I try I can always hear it, the sound of a drum constantly banging as if it wanted me to notice its existence.
The only thing I can do is open my eyes and hope that everything is fine.
One last time,
Breathe in,
…
…
…
…
..
.
.
And out.
I’m going to open my eyes.
I slowly opened them not knowing what to expect.
As I opened them my vision was blurry, was it always this bright outside? Was I outside? Where am I?
It took me a while to calm down.
I was standing in a field with a beautiful clear sky, full of my favourite flowers.
Perhaps… this is death?
I must be… dead…
There was nothing but flowers, no matter where I searched, flowers were the only thing I could see, there was no end in sight.
It looped forever, stuck in eternal torment.
Running around forever.
I looked at my watch to check the time, 15:41, one minute past the time he said.
So I truly am dead.
All I can do is walk around, aimlessly in a field surrounded by things I love, some would call it paradise, but to me, this is nothing but torture.
I must have walked for hours, I didn’t feel tired at all, at some point the flowers stopped and all there was around me was grass.
A few more hours must have past before I ran into him again.
I didn’t know how to react.
I guess I should be angry, but I wasn’t,
I wasn’t sad,
I wasn’t happy.
I don’t know how I should feel towards him.
I didn’t bother to stop, I walked passed him, without acknowledging him.
It must have been another hour before I saw him again.
He was far away this time, looking at me.
It didn’t bother me, so I just kept walking.
Walking was all I could do. It was all I knew how to do.
The third time I saw him, he looked different.
He was hunched over as if he was ageing.
I didn’t want to talk but I guess I had no choice. Maybe some company would be good.
I asked if he knew where I was.
He looked around as if checking himself.
“Hmm, I have an idea, but what will you do once you find out?”
Am I dead? Is what I asked next.
“Dead? Far from it, there are people trying to keep you alive, although you may not wish it.”
Before I could ask another question he interrupted me.
“Do you know… how long you have been here for?”
I didn’t know how to answer, I looked at my watch, the time hadn’t changed. It was still one minute past.
I thought I had been here for days, possibly months, but I guess time wasn’t moving.
“Did you like them? The flowers sure are lovely.”
I had a strong connection to the flowers, I remember my wife also loved them.
If we had a daughter we were going to name her after them.
…
I looked up to see what kind of expression he had, I looked at him and saw tears roll down his face.
He was crying. As if he felt sorry for me.
“You’ve been through a lot… You lost them a long time ago, you can’t change that.
You ended up in a terrible state…
I’m Sorry…”
Why was he apologising?
What did he have to apologise for?
I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to apologise, it was my fault I ended up like this, I should be the one apologising.
But I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t want to say anything.
I looked back up at him and smiled, that was all I could do.
He looked and smiled back.
It felt warm.
It felt as if I had finally found peace.
“I’ve got to leave you now. It’s going to be ok, I understand that you miss them, we all do as well.”
Huh?
After saying all that the man walked off into the distance, I have no idea who he was, or what he was doing, but something about him seemed familiar. I kinda wanted to thank him for keeping me company.
I stood up straight, closed my eyes and took one last deep breath.
Breathe in.
…
And out.
When I had opened my eyes again I was back in the field again, there were more flowers this time.
I guess I’m stuck here now.
Although, I don’t really mind.
It is rather warm.
END OF DEATH DAY
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Slippy’s Comment:
I don’t really have much to say this time.
I’m actually really happy with how it turned out (I think it turned out good).
The original plan with Death Day was quite different from how it turned out, originally it was going to be three parts and it was going to be more horror throughout all parts instead of just the beginning. The ending probably seems really weird and I agree, a lot is left up to interpretation. It’s really up to you to think about what was really going on.
Thank you for reading Death Day, even if you don’t like how it ended or anything I’m happy with it.
So once again thanks for reading.
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