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I wish I could go back, but I can't, and I won't. My reality no longer exists to those of a limited mind; I'm a wandering spirit, an overactive imagination, a bit of 'House Movement'. But people are ignorant. It's a fact of life, death and in between, people are ignorant. I'm in between. But they cover me up with rational explanations, even though they all have doubts in their mind. I'm real. I'm real to me, I'm real to others, but people just can't admit it.
I live for the simple reason I can't die, I've tried, I mean, why not? I have nothing; nothing to love, nothing to feel, nothing to talk to.
I can't remember much of life, all I know is how I became like this. The only name I'm known as is Gone. That's what I am, that's who I am. I was happy, I can't remember how, but I know I was. Feeling surpass me, all I can do is reminisce one all that I remember, hoping that feeling will come back to me. It's hopeless, but It's all I have to do.
How did I get like this? Well, in a way, all I can remember is being like this; friends, family, pets, they've all been swallowed by my mind into the never-ending sea that constantly drowns our vision in life. Maybe I was the only one, who knows.
It all started when I first heard something, I can't remember when or when, but the spine-chilling voice still makes me shudder feelings or no feelings. Rasping, cold, dry. It was as if death itself had lunged all that is terror into this one voice. It was the voice of a killer, a cold-hearted, deranged killer. All it said was 'Gone'. Nothing was there, well nothing I could see. I blamed the wind, I knew it wasn't, but I kept lying to myself.
But then it happened again, each time the whisper got angrier. Now I know what it wanted. An answer, just like I do. I can remember it echoing, forever and ever, in my mind or out, getting angrier and angrier. This was when it began. It took over, I'd find myself doing things that never crossed my mind. It could have been one like me, or maybe it was me, my sub-conscious talking to me.
Then I was hit. By my mind and something else, a car. I ran. It ran, and hurled me towards the car. But nobody, nobody was there, I was alone, on the brink of consciousness, nobody to comfort me. I remember a doctor saying I had a broken leg, then everything went black.
When I awoke, I thought I'd be okay. Until I heard it again. That voice, sending shivers up my spine, spoke. 'You... are... Gone...' it whispered, no longer as angry. I ignored it, tried to be ignorant, but it kept repeating it, it still is today. But then I tried to walk around, nobody. Bodies moved freely through the hospital and roamed in an unorganised way, looking for something to do, looking for someone to see, I looked as well. For them. For anyone, but no one would answer. I was invisible to them, I was simply the scent of death in hospital.
I tried and tried. Looked and looked. Screamed, but it kept repeating the same words and I realised, I am Gone. Existence had passed.
I carry on trying. If not there's no hope. Wandering along spiritless streets, trying to meet one like me. But I haven't. And I won't.
Life and death are past me. I just wander into the sunrise, hoping to find life once more...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
I live for the simple reason I can't die, I've tried, I mean, why not? I have nothing; nothing to love, nothing to feel, nothing to talk to.
I can't remember much of life, all I know is how I became like this. The only name I'm known as is Gone. That's what I am, that's who I am. I was happy, I can't remember how, but I know I was. Feeling surpass me, all I can do is reminisce one all that I remember, hoping that feeling will come back to me. It's hopeless, but It's all I have to do.
How did I get like this? Well, in a way, all I can remember is being like this; friends, family, pets, they've all been swallowed by my mind into the never-ending sea that constantly drowns our vision in life. Maybe I was the only one, who knows.
It all started when I first heard something, I can't remember when or when, but the spine-chilling voice still makes me shudder feelings or no feelings. Rasping, cold, dry. It was as if death itself had lunged all that is terror into this one voice. It was the voice of a killer, a cold-hearted, deranged killer. All it said was 'Gone'. Nothing was there, well nothing I could see. I blamed the wind, I knew it wasn't, but I kept lying to myself.
But then it happened again, each time the whisper got angrier. Now I know what it wanted. An answer, just like I do. I can remember it echoing, forever and ever, in my mind or out, getting angrier and angrier. This was when it began. It took over, I'd find myself doing things that never crossed my mind. It could have been one like me, or maybe it was me, my sub-conscious talking to me.
Then I was hit. By my mind and something else, a car. I ran. It ran, and hurled me towards the car. But nobody, nobody was there, I was alone, on the brink of consciousness, nobody to comfort me. I remember a doctor saying I had a broken leg, then everything went black.
When I awoke, I thought I'd be okay. Until I heard it again. That voice, sending shivers up my spine, spoke. 'You... are... Gone...' it whispered, no longer as angry. I ignored it, tried to be ignorant, but it kept repeating it, it still is today. But then I tried to walk around, nobody. Bodies moved freely through the hospital and roamed in an unorganised way, looking for something to do, looking for someone to see, I looked as well. For them. For anyone, but no one would answer. I was invisible to them, I was simply the scent of death in hospital.
I tried and tried. Looked and looked. Screamed, but it kept repeating the same words and I realised, I am Gone. Existence had passed.
I carry on trying. If not there's no hope. Wandering along spiritless streets, trying to meet one like me. But I haven't. And I won't.
Life and death are past me. I just wander into the sunrise, hoping to find life once more...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
Cheers you two :-)
I've written a couple more similar to this before, both are stranger too
:-D
I've written a couple more similar to this before, both are stranger too
:-D
A ghost story with a difference. I like it.
You know I never saw you as a deep kinda person Rickoss, but I think with that you've proved that you are. Which I suppose can be good and bad or maybe none or maybe both.
I wish I could go back, but I can't, and I won't. My reality no longer exists to those of a limited mind; I'm a wandering spirit, an overactive imagination, a bit of 'House Movement'. But people are ignorant. It's a fact of life, death and in between, people are ignorant. I'm in between. But they cover me up with rational explanations, even though they all have doubts in their mind. I'm real. I'm real to me, I'm real to others, but people just can't admit it.
I live for the simple reason I can't die, I've tried, I mean, why not? I have nothing; nothing to love, nothing to feel, nothing to talk to.
I can't remember much of life, all I know is how I became like this. The only name I'm known as is Gone. That's what I am, that's who I am. I was happy, I can't remember how, but I know I was. Feeling surpass me, all I can do is reminisce one all that I remember, hoping that feeling will come back to me. It's hopeless, but It's all I have to do.
How did I get like this? Well, in a way, all I can remember is being like this; friends, family, pets, they've all been swallowed by my mind into the never-ending sea that constantly drowns our vision in life. Maybe I was the only one, who knows.
It all started when I first heard something, I can't remember when or when, but the spine-chilling voice still makes me shudder feelings or no feelings. Rasping, cold, dry. It was as if death itself had lunged all that is terror into this one voice. It was the voice of a killer, a cold-hearted, deranged killer. All it said was 'Gone'. Nothing was there, well nothing I could see. I blamed the wind, I knew it wasn't, but I kept lying to myself.
But then it happened again, each time the whisper got angrier. Now I know what it wanted. An answer, just like I do. I can remember it echoing, forever and ever, in my mind or out, getting angrier and angrier. This was when it began. It took over, I'd find myself doing things that never crossed my mind. It could have been one like me, or maybe it was me, my sub-conscious talking to me.
Then I was hit. By my mind and something else, a car. I ran. It ran, and hurled me towards the car. But nobody, nobody was there, I was alone, on the brink of consciousness, nobody to comfort me. I remember a doctor saying I had a broken leg, then everything went black.
When I awoke, I thought I'd be okay. Until I heard it again. That voice, sending shivers up my spine, spoke. 'You... are... Gone...' it whispered, no longer as angry. I ignored it, tried to be ignorant, but it kept repeating it, it still is today. But then I tried to walk around, nobody. Bodies moved freely through the hospital and roamed in an unorganised way, looking for something to do, looking for someone to see, I looked as well. For them. For anyone, but no one would answer. I was invisible to them, I was simply the scent of death in hospital.
I tried and tried. Looked and looked. Screamed, but it kept repeating the same words and I realised, I am Gone. Existence had passed.
I carry on trying. If not there's no hope. Wandering along spiritless streets, trying to meet one like me. But I haven't. And I won't.
Life and death are past me. I just wander into the sunrise, hoping to find life once more...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
I live for the simple reason I can't die, I've tried, I mean, why not? I have nothing; nothing to love, nothing to feel, nothing to talk to.
I can't remember much of life, all I know is how I became like this. The only name I'm known as is Gone. That's what I am, that's who I am. I was happy, I can't remember how, but I know I was. Feeling surpass me, all I can do is reminisce one all that I remember, hoping that feeling will come back to me. It's hopeless, but It's all I have to do.
How did I get like this? Well, in a way, all I can remember is being like this; friends, family, pets, they've all been swallowed by my mind into the never-ending sea that constantly drowns our vision in life. Maybe I was the only one, who knows.
It all started when I first heard something, I can't remember when or when, but the spine-chilling voice still makes me shudder feelings or no feelings. Rasping, cold, dry. It was as if death itself had lunged all that is terror into this one voice. It was the voice of a killer, a cold-hearted, deranged killer. All it said was 'Gone'. Nothing was there, well nothing I could see. I blamed the wind, I knew it wasn't, but I kept lying to myself.
But then it happened again, each time the whisper got angrier. Now I know what it wanted. An answer, just like I do. I can remember it echoing, forever and ever, in my mind or out, getting angrier and angrier. This was when it began. It took over, I'd find myself doing things that never crossed my mind. It could have been one like me, or maybe it was me, my sub-conscious talking to me.
Then I was hit. By my mind and something else, a car. I ran. It ran, and hurled me towards the car. But nobody, nobody was there, I was alone, on the brink of consciousness, nobody to comfort me. I remember a doctor saying I had a broken leg, then everything went black.
When I awoke, I thought I'd be okay. Until I heard it again. That voice, sending shivers up my spine, spoke. 'You... are... Gone...' it whispered, no longer as angry. I ignored it, tried to be ignorant, but it kept repeating it, it still is today. But then I tried to walk around, nobody. Bodies moved freely through the hospital and roamed in an unorganised way, looking for something to do, looking for someone to see, I looked as well. For them. For anyone, but no one would answer. I was invisible to them, I was simply the scent of death in hospital.
I tried and tried. Looked and looked. Screamed, but it kept repeating the same words and I realised, I am Gone. Existence had passed.
I carry on trying. If not there's no hope. Wandering along spiritless streets, trying to meet one like me. But I haven't. And I won't.
Life and death are past me. I just wander into the sunrise, hoping to find life once more...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS