Chapter Seven,

Chapter Seven,

A Chapter by Thomas Reilly Thornhill

Nero's adventure into the mind of a madman.

I fell to my knees and helplessly begged for answers. I feared that my tormented shell could not stand any more of this torturous pain, that I had been pushed too far down streets of death and sorrow and guilt. I figured that the Gods lack in killing me was made up for in this one instant. I thought the sheet of terror covering my eyes might obscure the sight of my body slumped over the cold cobbled pavement, but it couldn't, for the image was as persistent as having my cornea replaced with a painting of the devil himself.

I could not bare to close my eyes for fear that they may not open without before bathing in the beautiful stare of my true love. Every breath was struggled, as was every failing beat of my heart and every weakening shot of blood through my decrepit veins and arteries. I looked directly ahead to stare into the unconscious mirror image lying on the floor. I sprayed my arm out in front of me, pathetically attempting to grasp the hand of my own sunken body. 

I began to sob. This was it. The end. On my knees in the middle of a puzzled horde, dying next to myself. I felt the last tear of life pour from my eye and run down the bridge of my nose. The second before that final tear fell from my face was the longest of all. I faced the ground and prayed for my soul to be saved, for my memories to return, for my friends to die old and grey. All just prayers of a sick and sorry man who had seen the errors of his ways. The second was finally over and the ice cold touch of death had wiped that last tear from me. My hand slipped through the hand of the alive version of myself and the curious absence of feeling it presented me, stirred me from my knees.

© 2012 Thomas Reilly Thornhill

Author's Note

Thomas Reilly Thornhill
Hey, this doesnt have a Title name cause we were planning on making our book a two book get up and we thought that this chapter would make for a good intermission between the two. It will be the key link for them :) Let me know what you think

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Very good and descriptive. I felt like it was me that was going through this. Can't wait to read more! Thank you!!

Posted 5 Years Ago

Very dramatic. I kind of like it. Write more!

Posted 5 Years Ago

Deep and dark well penned

Posted 5 Years Ago

Very visual and dramatic :D

Posted 5 Years Ago

Very intense and dramatic, thanks to some vivid imagery^^

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on July 23, 2012
Last Updated on September 7, 2012
Tags: pain, death, torment, love, pity, soul


Thomas Reilly Thornhill
Thomas Reilly Thornhill

Glasgow, strathclyde, United Kingdom

I suffer from a multiple personality disorder. It had been a major setback most of my younger life but Ive found that I enjoy collaborating my writing with my other me´s. Ive been told its actua.. more..