Death (A mini-story)
A man stands at a door. He looks up and down it, the door standing a few stories tall, or at least appearing like it does. The man..middle aged, one would say...seeming as if but a child in front of the massive door in front of him. Standing here, in front of this door, the man thinks to himself: "where am i?". Odd that he is here, yet knows not where he is. Standing here, the man feel something very odd. He feels the urge...to recollect feelings of his life..and so he does so. He thinks as far back as he can manage..he sees...a child; just barely able to walk, it seems. He realises that that boy is him..he remembers that exact moment in time..just barely, though. He thinks farther forward in his life...he sees a teenager. Once again, the man realises that the teenager is him, as a much younger boy. He watches as this teenager goes to school, learns, loves, everything. He sees this person go to weddings, dances...he sees the joy on the person's face..or at least..the perceived joy. Was it all real happiness, a face he put on..or an act he did for himself as to not feel so hopeless? No one will know..not even the man. He watches this person's...his..life go by. He sees how much he has been hurt in life..the pain he has suffered, the loves he has lost...everything. He re-lives it all. He sees the person..him..grow up; becoming an older male. This is where his memory begins to fade..be he knows not why. The man in this vision looks in perfect health, in great shape..he doesn't understand it. The man begins to think that these visions ARE in fact..HIS own memories that HE is recalling at that very moment. This fact further Confuses the man, as he thinks: "if these are MY memories..why does this one seem to make everything fade?". Then, they become bright again..only for a moment. The man sees this vision through..another perspective. He sees himself...grab a gun from a shelf. He stares, dazed and confused at the memory, not knowing what is going on..but getting a slight idea as to what is going to happen next. The man's fears were realised when the one in the memory suddenly fires off a shot into his head; making him fall over; dead. Then, the vision stops, and the man is left staring at the huge door again; now looking smaller, and easier to open. The man finally realises where he is..and why. The person in the vision WAS him...it was HE who grabbed that gun..and ended his own life. The man looks in front of him, seeing that the door is now normal size...it clicks. THIS is the literal manifestation of death's door . The man, seeing this..loses all hope..if he hadn't already..and grasped the knob of the door in his hand. He twists it, and slowly opens it.......