Re: Leviathan
Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2019 4:01 am
She was staring down at him, distant and judgmental, no understanding in his voice. Tom shook his head frantically side to side, so fast and violently his neck ached with it. He wanted that pain, that clarity that release. "There is no escape, Erika!" he exclaimed. "There's...no relief. Staying alive like this, I...I fucking hate it, I hate feeling this scared, this sad, I keep seeing my grandad, I keep seeing me, I keep...keep imagining..." His voice was as choked as his mind, ghosts and things half-glimpsed (fought-off as long as he could but fought no more he wanted a drink he wanted a pill he didn't want to feel he didn't want to feel) swarming him, full and terrible in the light of day as the drizzle soaked him.
"For WHAT?" Tom demanded thrusting his hands into the sand at his sides. "Out there I could...I could pretend it could be different, it wasn't gonna end this way, it wasn't gonna be all..." His voice broke again, and he lifted sandy hands back to his face, scratching his skin.He trailed his fingers down after a moment, clutching at the bomb around his neck. He almost wanted to squeeze his fingers around his throat. "Everyone dies, everyone's alone, nothing makes sense, my stories don't fit, I can't..." He was losing his words. He hated losing his words. He never lost his words. But it happened more and more in this island. The shadow was gone. Or maybe it was Erika. Maybe it had always been Erika.
“I can make this easier."
Tom looked up. Erika's eyes were feverishly bright, though there were no tears on her cheeks. "It doesn’t have to be like Oliver, over there.”
Tom was silent, looking up at Erika.
"I don't want to die," he said. "I don't...I'm so scared of it, I...even before my Grandad..." He felt his absence the same way you feel a missing tooth, an emptiness you almost forget until you probe the hole, until something reminds you and then it's all you can feel. If he stopped moving, stopped playing, stopped writing, stopped numbing, the pain came flooding back. He was gone. Just like Tom would be gone.
"I agree with you," he whispered. "I...agreed with you. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to live. I wanted..."
But he had lived, over and over. He had run, over and over. He had terrified. His fear had made his soul raw. He was so tired of being afraid.
"But this...isn't any better." He huddled in on himself. "Please, just..." He closed his eyes. "Please."
"For WHAT?" Tom demanded thrusting his hands into the sand at his sides. "Out there I could...I could pretend it could be different, it wasn't gonna end this way, it wasn't gonna be all..." His voice broke again, and he lifted sandy hands back to his face, scratching his skin.He trailed his fingers down after a moment, clutching at the bomb around his neck. He almost wanted to squeeze his fingers around his throat. "Everyone dies, everyone's alone, nothing makes sense, my stories don't fit, I can't..." He was losing his words. He hated losing his words. He never lost his words. But it happened more and more in this island. The shadow was gone. Or maybe it was Erika. Maybe it had always been Erika.
“I can make this easier."
Tom looked up. Erika's eyes were feverishly bright, though there were no tears on her cheeks. "It doesn’t have to be like Oliver, over there.”
Tom was silent, looking up at Erika.
"I don't want to die," he said. "I don't...I'm so scared of it, I...even before my Grandad..." He felt his absence the same way you feel a missing tooth, an emptiness you almost forget until you probe the hole, until something reminds you and then it's all you can feel. If he stopped moving, stopped playing, stopped writing, stopped numbing, the pain came flooding back. He was gone. Just like Tom would be gone.
"I agree with you," he whispered. "I...agreed with you. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to live. I wanted..."
But he had lived, over and over. He had run, over and over. He had terrified. His fear had made his soul raw. He was so tired of being afraid.
"But this...isn't any better." He huddled in on himself. "Please, just..." He closed his eyes. "Please."