Back for a reason.
#1 of Stories.
I'm back...I don't know why or for what purpose. Only that here I am, Where I was...I can't remember all I know is....Blankness. I take time to look at my surroundings: I'm standing in a field..there are large rocks scattered around me...Why? It doesn't matter, keep going.... Fog everywhere, it blankets the ground covering the earth and the rocks with a thick wet skin. The air was warm like the breath of a man dying of fever. I stood there among the rocks the grass beneath my feet feeling wet.
I walk toward the....What is it?...and start to walk down it, the small rocks cling to my bare feet. I keep walking past some light and onto a smooth hard surface it feels slightly warm as I walk along it. Up ahead I see two lights they flicker somewhat as they get brighter and move closer. I feel as if I should keep out of the light...not out of fear but out of..something else...I run across the stone surface and into the woods on the other side. I crouch in the undergrowth as the thing speeds past in a flurry of motion,light and sound.
I turn and walk into the woods feeling drawn to...Where? I can't remember, keep going...I turn to the south..._How do I know it's the South? Doesn't matter you just do.._and walk through the forest. Soon I come to a large house it stands there cutting an imposing figure against the full moon. I step up onto the front porch and grasp doorknob. I gasp in shock I see my hand pass through it..._What!?..what happened how...Doesn't matter WALK!!..._I walk up to the door not really expecting this to work. I press through the door a tingly feeling passes through me as I walk through the door.
I see the light coming from a room up the stairs. I walk up the stairs feeling drawn to the source of the light. The old stairs curiously make no sound as a walk up them. I come to a room it is lit by an old lamp the bed in the corner is well kept and made. I walk into the room moving through the half closed door and into the room. There is a middle aged man he is standing on a chair with a rope around his neck tears stream down his face. He gasps when he sees me. "B-brother? B-but how? You're dead. If your here to exact revenge I understand and I welcome it." "No I don't want revenge...I understand why you did what you did. You shouldn't blame yourself for what I did." he looks at me. "But I killed you.." he burst into tears his shoulders shaking with the fore of his sobs. I walk over to him and gently removed the rope from around his neck. "No you didn't, I did..I choose that life and you choose the other path. When you shot me I knew I deserved it. As I died I knew that what you did, you did because I gave you no other choice. I am truly sorry for forcing you. But I would have killed them if you hadn't killed me. I had done some bad things but I always told myself that murder was a line I would not cross. So you saved me from becoming a monster." I hug him not really knowing what else to do. "Don't kill yourself over something I did." He looked up at me....You see?!? This is why your here..."How did you come back?" "I don't know how. But I do know why you can't kill yourself brother it is not your time,you have much to do. " I place my hands on either side of my brother's head. Flashes of the future flow through me and to him. There was laughing...a girl and a boy, a house, a wife, friends and him in the midst with good and the bad. "You see?? You have much to live for don't throw it all away because I chose to ruin my life. I love you brother I always have. I can't be here for much longer I have to leave." I stand up and turn to leave. "Brother I'll always remember you." He hugs me tightly. Tears fill my eyes as I hug him back. "I know...I love you." I walk down the stairs and pass through the wall. As I walk I notice that things start to fade away....You've done well,You can rest now....Then darkness...