To Survive

[Spook]

I can't hold on much longer. My muscles are pained. Tears streak down her face and she whispers: "Let go." Letting go would be like letting go of all the happiness in my life. The love, the care, that which keeps me alive. Without her I would be nothing. I would be dead. On the second that I were to let go, I would die with her, lost in the atmosphere. Blackness dissolves all my thoughts, and I am lonely. I no longer feel the pain, the hurt, the sorrow. Suddenly light flashes into the scene. I'm in a field, and there are golden waves of grass around me. I lay in the middle of the field, staring at the blue sky, and I feel a cool hand on mine. I look, and she's there smiling, our children running around us, begging for their snacks. She kisses me lightly on the lips, and lets out her flowing hair. I reach my hand out and touch her hair. She smiles, and takes my hand. Suddenly the rain is pouring, and I am back in that cliffside, holding on to her hand, this time not for love but for her life. I had seen the life that we will have one day. But still, she whispers: "Let go." She is slowly disappearing, her dark eyes like cesspools, pleading with me, begging me: "Let go." Yet I still refuse, and she disappears all the more. My grasp is loose, but I won't drop her. It is all black again. I am hot, sweaty. I open my eyes, and I am in a cellar. She is by me, attatched to our children by a ball and chains. The chain is in my hand. Suddenly the children disappear. I still hold her by that chain. "Let go." She says, in my dream. "Let go." In this cellar, I am enslaving her by a chain. I drop it to the floor, despising the setting, and I rush to her, but she is gone. I am back in the rain. My hand is empty. I shout with rage at the tricks that god has played. I hurl myself off the cliff. I don't scream. I see her hair disappearing in the dark. She is calm. I see those cesspools one wore time and I am alone in the dark. Once again I am in the feild, and everything is spiraling. That scene, our children begging, her letting down her hair. Then she turns. It isn't her. Suddenly I am back in the rain, and I catch the edge of the cliff. A woman, with long flowing hair waits, and pulls me up. I look down the cliff to the woman who I once longed, but she is gone. Only one remains. You see, there's a reason why people survive.