Euphoria

[pieface101 285]

Euphoria

 

Conclusions are meant to be drawn. To be discovered, unleashed, to be revealed to the world. Most have laid dormant for millennia, waiting for the right pair of eyes to discover them. Some are well hidden; it takes a true genius to find them. Others are in plain sight, yet stubborn minds refuse to accept them.

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He got out of bed with a groan. 1:00 PM. He had overslept yet again. It was natural, when even the greatest causes meant nothing, to shun the lesser ones. Why should he get out of bed? What was there to gain from it?

 

Yet he completed the routine that felt so natural years ago, before it all happened. Now, every step, every little morsel, was an ordeal. What had become of him? It was as if he was living someone else's life, watching it like a black and white movie. It had lost all color.

 

Two hours later, bed made, teeth brushed, hair combed, he staggered down the stairs to the kitchen. As he took out a bowl of cereal and poured milk onto it, he contemplated this very act. What was the point of eating? Why should he even try?

 

Why?

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There is a brick wall to every person. For some, it is closer than others. Some reach the wall willingly. Others unwillingly. A few unknowingly. Yet it is inevitable. The brick wall is always there.

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He was walking down the hall at a fast pace. Nurses, doctors, a few others like him all passed by without so much as a glance. He did not care.

 

Right, left, right, right. He turned along the maze of passageways until he found the room.

 

Light. So much light, pouring in his eyes, threatening to overwhelm him. There was a white bed. White walls and equipment. White fluorescent lights.

 

And the beeping. The erratic wave of red on the monitor, showing the heart, the center of the body, had yet to give in to Death. The intravenous fluid, hooked up to the white equipment, supplying the body, when it could not do so itself.

 

The chest was moving up and down. Alive, but barely. The bruises on the neck and chest were showing. The broken ribs had yet to set and heal. And the ruptured lung, popped as if it was a balloon, could not be fixed save for a lung transplant.

 

Nurses crowded around her body, some with clipboards, others talking quietly. They were all glancing at her as if she was a specimen, a frog to be dissected perhaps, not a human being. She was just another piece of evidence for some obscure law of Science.

 

One nurse turned around when he walked in. "Hi, I'm Melissa. Pleased to meet you."

 

She extended a hand, flashing a smile beside the dying body. He was filled with disgust, but he hid the emotions and pointed at the patient, asking if she will survive.

 

The nurse faked a look of worry. "She's brain dead. We have her hooked up to the ventilator, but she can't recover now. It's useless. I'm sorry. We thought you would like to be by her side when we cut the ventilator."

 

He stalked off, filled with contempt.

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The brick wall is a fact of life. It looms over the best of us. It is useless to resist. When faced with the brick wall, some cower and run, quite oblivious to reality. Others face it head on. No matter. When the brick wall makes impact, everyone falls. They are all the same now. The poor, their fall is soft. They have nothing to lose. The rich, their fall is a hard smack to reality. Gold, diamonds, luxury items are all gone. Useless. They become but another face among the masses. It doesn't matter if they will be remembered for generations. It doesn't help them. The brick wall is the ultimate savior. The ultimate symbol of equality.

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He is solemn on the drive home. He has no one left to love him. To care about him and what happens to him. If he dies, nothing will happen. The Earth will still orbit the sun. Life will go on. His life isn't important, after all.

 

He pulls into his driveway and slowly walks up the steps to his house. He does not want to go to work the next day. But he must.

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There are two kinds of people in this world: those who can see the brick wall, and those who can't. Those who can know their time on Earth is limited. They approach this fact in multiple ways. The rich often slather themselves with riches, until their affluence is noticed and detested by most. The poor often seek simpler ways to be happy. They are pitied by most. Still, there are those who draw the conclusion that the brick wall is inevitable. Why should they avoid it?

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He thinks the meeting is a waste of time, but he does not say so out loud. Advertising campaign. What good will it do whether the poster is green or red? Why should they bicker over the font? And the spacing was the most obnoxious debate of all. A few dollars for the company won't change anything. The CEO's pocket will still be fat. He will still be living on minimum wage.

 

A man walks up and presents another idea: put a cartoon figure in to appeal to children. He talks for what seems like an hour. Then a woman walks up and presents a counterargument. More people get up and present their opinions.

 

He sighs. This is useless. They have wasted hours debating trivial details such as the exact shade of red and the size font. What good will it do any of them? What good will it do him?

 

He stand up and presents his opinion. Everyone is shocked. He walks out the door, humming.

 

He is not surprised when he is told that his services are no longer needed.

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It takes a special kind of superpower to see the brick wall and accept it. Most people refuse to see it. Those who see it usually don't accept it. For those who do, there is no turning back. No forgetting. The brick wall will haunt them the rest of their life. It will accompany them until death, when they will be united forever.

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The therapist looked him in the eye. "You're going to be alright. I'm gonna help you cope with this, ok?"

 

She talked as if he was a little child, slowly and emphasizing every word.

 

"Let's start simple. What do you like to do?"

 

He racked his brain for something, anything. He once enjoyed biking and hiking. He liked observing nature. But those things no longer meant anything. What was the point in doing those? No one will to come back to life. His employer wouldn't magically ask him to go back to work.

 

"A little shy? It's OK. I'll start with myself first. I'm Kristen Brown. I enjoy spending time with my children, cooking, and doing community service. What about you?"

 

He glared at this person, who had everything. She did not care about him, only the handsome sum of money that he paid her. She did not know what he was going through. No one did. He was useless. He had nothing. Nothing was going to change that.

 

"Look, if something is bothering you, I'm here to help."

 

"No you aren't."

 

The therapist looked at him as he walked out the door, hurt.

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He sighed as he finished his bowl of cereal. The last few days were hell. If only they experienced a fraction of what he was going through... All they knew were vague instructions from Health class. They didn't take him seriously. They thought he was either faking or overreacting. It was infuriating.

 

He got up slowly and walked to the medicine cabinet. Sleep pills. He caressed the smooth surface, like the face of a savior angel. It would only take a few. He poured it all on the table.

 

Walking to the cutlery drawer, he took out a knife. Long, smooth, and sharp. It was beautiful. He lay it beside the pills.

 

He skipped out to the tool-shed and took out a rope. Rough and strong, like an oak tree. It gave him a sense of support and security. His heart fluttered, knowing this was the end, and welcoming it. He lay the rope beside the knife.

 

For a moment he hesitated, scared, panic coursing through his veins. Did he really want to do this? Yes, he did. He absolutely did. He took gulps of air, slowing down his breathing. That will show them, he thought, filling to the brim with anger.

 

He found a sticky note and scribbled a message on it.

 

Dear cruel world,

Life is pointless.

There is no one left that loves me.

No one cares about me.

No one will care if I die.

 

He paused before adding:

 

When I was little, I thought the world was a nice place.

I was wrong.

It's awful. It's hell. Human beings are horrible.

They are self centered creatures incapable of empathy.

They only care about themselves.

They are hypocrites.

I'm lucky to have escaped this place.

 

He looked at the table. Pills, knife, and rope. A wonderful sight to behold. He took in his surroundings for the last time. His wooden table. His house with its peeling yellow wallpaper. The freshly mowed lawn. He looked back at his table and extended a finger.

 

"Eenie Meenie Miney Moe..."

Edited January 8, 2017 by Hexed

[Hex 11,520]

Approved!

 

One typo, but this is... wow pie, you're a good writer!

[tweezers 1,034]

Tweezers is now officially in awe.

[Penguin40 1,714]

Whew, nice job! Creepy one, but I personally disagree. I don't wanna start a flamewar but I could prove my point. But still, a nice piece, thought provoking...

[Rectify 67]

Why all of the sudden the word "Euphoria" came in to fame?

[Yisroel.Rabin 16,224]

From the feedback given, plus the natural given quality of your writings, I know this gonna be good. But once again, I need a way to remind myself to read this when I have time, without having to spam my bookmarks with Tanki forum links.

[BLASTER872 1,892]

Well done!

[pieface101 285]

Tweezers is now officially in awe.

Referring to yourself in the third person is the first sign of madness :P

[pieface101 285]

Approved!

 

One typo, but this is... wow pie, you're a good writer!

IDK... I'm just really good at expressing depressing topics

 

and no, that wasn't supposed to rhyme

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

Your writing quality in this piece was impeccable. This one perhaps hit me a little closer to home than I would have liked: I've seen the person in this story in many different eyes and many different words. It hurts. At any rate, the italic middle statements are what perfected this tale.

 

 

Reminds me of version of my story I wrote a while back called "Hurricane", except improved greatly.

Edited January 8, 2017 by Blackdrakon30

[Tofu 6,773]

Such cheerful stories for my mommy to read me at night

[Spit_Fyre 334]

the italic middle statements are what perfected this tale.

You took the words right out of my mouth. Great anchors!

 

Quote-

 

She talked as if he was a little child...

"Eenie Meenie Miney Moe..."

 

Omg. Someone's on a roll here.

[TTK_229 1,080]

IDK... I'm just really good at expressing crippling depressing topics

Edited January 10, 2017 by TTK_229

[NERF836 202]

Pieface gooder at riteing then meh

Edited January 10, 2017 by NERF836

[Penguin40 1,714]

Ah. I hate bumping stuff, but rereading this, I realized something rather funny. That is, this story can actually be connected to Pyschopath and Streetlights even if you didn't intend to!

 

:cough: allow me to say why I think so. Now, let us assume the guy is Warner. The truth behind crime he comitted at young age was never found yet, so he's working at some business. A loved one of his dies, and while to a hospital for mental stuff, he decides he wants to die. However, let us say he takes back the decision, instead choosing to take revenge against all who hurt him. Of course it's just a theory, but could work xd