Shinning Dream

The young man ran and ran. He never looked behind him just kept on running, what did he do? Did he deserve what he got? The man didn’t know as he ran faster and faster. He didn’t know what he was leaving behind. Was he leaving anything behind? He tried to stop to think but he just kept running faster.

The world started spinning flashes of life appeared before his eyes a life, a bloody knife. The man wondered what he had done. He started to feel queasy as he fell to his knees. He looked back for the first time; his world was far in the distance.

Flashes came again this time faces, lives, good times and bad. Thy slowly faded to show the young man with a knife raging out of his hand. His fingers felt the wooden grip and grasped it tight. The blade shinned in the darkness like the light of a new day; stunned by its beauty he ran his finger down the blade; blood trickled down the blade dripping on to the floor. “Drip, Drip, Drip…” filled the void of silence.

Holding the knife in the air like a price less relic the man took the blade slowly cutting himself down his chest, the cut was hairline thin but the blood surfaced and covered his chest. He had reached his stomach where he took the bloody blade and shoved it into himself. He coughed as blood started to drip out of his mouth like a baby’s droll. He griped the blade even tighter and twisted it. The sound of internal organs started to make the sound of bugs being squished under a shoe. A scream of agony filled the streets as he fell to the ground. His body thumped against the pavement as it turned pale and blood ran down the street.

He saw he wasn’t running, the world ran from him, nothing was left behind beside him self. “Why was this young man left alone?” he thought as a tear of blood ran down his lifeless cheek.