Chapter 2: I Felt Despair

The day started like any other. My wife and I taking Lily for a small hike that we do every so often to get away from the secluded house. We were happy because the day before I learned that Emily was pregnant. My elation couldn’t be described as I was in pure bliss. We were walking near a cliff to look at the beautiful scenery there. All of a sudden an earthquake had shook and the cliff started to crumble. Lily was a little too close to the edge and almost fell, but I ran forward and pulled her back, resulting in me falling instead of her. The last thing I said to my wife before I fell was “I love you” before I fell. Although I knew I was going to die, I felt happy knowing that my two lovely girls will live, I decided to look back, so that when I die, I didn’t know what happened. But instead of that I saw the part of the cliff that my family was standing on collapsed. That was the last thing I saw before my entire world snapped into darkness.

I awoke to find that I was still alive, I have no idea how I survived the disaster, but I didn’t worry about that as I was more worried about my family. In the entire destruction I looked around hoping I wouldn’t see any corpse. I did.

My knees crumpled as I saw the lifeless body of my wife clutching the equally lifeless body of my daughter. I crawled through the rubbled to my dead family, shock completely plastered on my face. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t think straight. I was finally at my wife’s corpse. The reason I knew it was a corpse was because when I made it there I held them and felt the ever coldness of a dead body. I sat there in shock, my family in my arms.

After who knows how long, I got up and carried the body of my wife and child back to the road. Some hikers saw me and called the local authorities. After that everything felt like a blur. The hospital trip, the police interrogation, the funeral. Days passed and I felt empty. I couldn’t take it anymore. I purchased a gun, I held it to my head and shot myself.

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I awoke again on the ground, blood splatter all over the floor. Fear started to come over me. I looked in the mirror to find a grotesque head staring right back at me. On the side where the bullet entered was a small hole, on the other side, a large explosion of brain matter and bone. I did not and I could nto die. Believe me I tried. The sadness, the despair finally kicked in and water from my eyes came down as if it were a dam trying to stop a raging river. I stood in my house, alone, with no one but my own thoughts. The only sound coming from my mouth. The wails of grief and sorrow echoing throughout the hallways of my empty house.

I tried suffocation, to learn I didn’t need oxygen to live, I just felt uncomfortable. I tried starving, to learn that I didn’t need to eat, at most I had no energy. I tried dehydration, to learn I didn’t need to drink water, only to learn that I would only have dry throat, mouth, and my eyes would sting a bit. I tried to not sleep, to learn I didn’t need sleep, but felt tired everyday. I tried over eating, to learn I had an endless stomach. At one point I tried to leap off a skyscraper, landing on the ground in a bloody mess. All that did me was learn that I can still reform. I awoke to see a crowd form around me, when they saw me they thought I was a monster. A nearby officer even pointed his gun at me. I went closer to him and he unloaded his entire clip into my body, each bullet hitting a vital organ. From that I learned I didn’t need a heart, brain, or really my body itself. Every wound I had ended up healing at an astonishing rate. This didn’t deter me in the slightest. I continued to try and kill myself. I tried everything I could think of, but everything didn’t work. Even the deadliest poison known to humans couldn’t kill me. I was imprisoned, released, tortured, and examined by various doctors and scientists, but they were no help.

Despair once again assaulted my body, my wails of grief eliciting some sort of reaction within me. The entire area around me became cold, unbearably cold. So cold that I was in a sub zero environment. Although this environment didn’t affect me in the slightest. The country’s army came and tried to kill me, I welcomed it of course, but all that occurred was the complete obliteration of that army. After a time my grief subsided, taking the cold with it. All that was left was emptiness. I didn’t know what happened next, but I didn’t really care anyway. All I know was that when my consciousness returned I was in this dark area, but I couldn’t care anymore.