The Journey.

The Journey.

She lay still on the four poster bed, the drapes around her bed were deep crimson with dense flowers all over them; she had never really noticed them before, but now that she had time to appreciate them, they were rather lovely.
Her eyes began to glaze over with the new state that she was now in. The feeling in her legs started to subside and she felt herself begin to rise, she had risen from her bed before, but this was different. She glanced down at the bed and realised that she was still lying there, with her eyes staring at the canopy of the bed.

Sally, as she was called, floated above the abandoned body for a few minutes before she saw her family weeping beside her figure: Her daughter, son, grandchildren and great grandchildren were all there. She wanted to reach out to them, to comfort them, but as she did, her hand fell straight through them. Suddenly it hit her. She was dead. She knew it was going to happen but she had never thought it would feel like this, Lonely and lost with no one to help her.

Sally didn’t know what to do; she floated from room to room, trying desperately to find the light that was drummed into her since childhood. She passed through the kitchens, the maid scurrying about and the cooks shouting as though nothing had happened. Still she could not find the light, she felt betrayed, dismayed but most of all deceived, she was hoping for more than this. The priests promised more.

She finally ended up back in her bedroom, the four-poster bed taking up most of the space, especially with her entire family around it. She floated towards the bed, staring down at the body that she had occupied for over 90 long and happy years, it looked strange, empty and very old.

As she stared she did not notice that her family were fading from view, the room seemed to be evaporating from existence. All around her, the light was fading to black. She glanced up from the old body and saw a small white light emerging from the darkness beyond. It grew in size and intensity, until it surrounded her. In the light, there was a cute unborn baby waiting patiently for her to take control. She glanced down at the decaying body and realised that this life on Earth had finally come to its end. Now was the time to begin again as another: being born, raised, loved then eventually dies as she had done a thousand times before.

Only now did she appreciate the importance of this moment. The essential transfer to another body about to be born, to live, to breathe, to grow and to reproduce, in the way Mother Earth intended it to be.

She hovered toward the light and was consumed. She flowed into the new body, happy and content. ‘Sally’ drifted from his memory.

The Boy!

BANG!!! went the gun, the bullet ricochet through the child's skull, echoing in his ears as he went down. A familiar man hovered over him, smiling his horrid smile. the man bent beside him and gently wiped the hair out of the child's face, a single tear ran down his cheek as greyness of death covered his eyes, the darkness erupted and then he was gone.

James slumped down next to the boy, being careful not to contaminate the scene, feeling remorseful, he cradled the boys head, feeling the blood trickle through his fingers, he sobbed himself into nothingness, holding the gun to his neck, he pulled the trigger, there was no pain as he laid there, slowly fading away, he remembered happier times before the calamity's began, the day his son first walked, the bike he got him for Christmas, and the child's 6^th birthday when his son woke up from his long sleep, then the red light came, feeling the warmth of hell fill him he felt calm and at home, satisfied he drifted towards it.

3 YEARS EARLIER!!!

James got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the house, calm and content with his life, why wouldn't he be, His wife was beautiful and his daughter reflected that, she was also smart much smarter then he and his wife were, Now his son, well what could he say, his son was.....

There was a sharp pain in his lower thigh, looking down there was his son, Farrell, laying on the tarmac of the drive. He'd come charging around the corner, dressed up in his commando outfit. He must have been running so fast that he couldn't stop and had run right in to him. James sighed and picked the boy up from the floor, Farrell cried like he always did when he had hurt himself, a continuous whine drifted into James' ears, annoying him, he just wanted to shut him up!!! James looked down at the boy, who was clutching his knee, it was grazed and bleeding but not to badly.

“Pull your self together boy!” he said with no empathy

“I can't!” whined the boy

James muttered and picked the boy up, carrying him into the house, knowing that his wife would do her usual routine on the boy.

Julie took one look at Farrell and panicked, she rushed over to the boy and cradled him like a baby, Farrell embraced the attention and cried even more. James muttered under his breath, he never liked it when he did this. Farrell seemed to have Julie wrapped around his little finger, he never got a look in, feeling jealous he tried to get her attention, his wife had always been his, now she was the boys and he resented that.

Abigail had always been pushed away from her mother, when HE!!! was born, James had developed a firm bond with his daughter since, that would eventually become inseparable.

To be continued.......