The TowerA Story by Bender of WillTake the StairsThe Tower
I wake up from an endless night. I
can’t remember anything. It is if I’ve been reborn, only in a pit. I look up
and down. I’m in a hole deep, deep in the ground. I claw my fingers on the
edges of the hole, trying to climb my way out, still pondering and questioning
my reason of being here. I keep looking up, trying to see anything through the
top of the hole. As it appears, I am about sixty feet underground, with streams
of water rising to my knees and then down again. Years pass, and I haven’t even died
from starvation yet, but the worms help. I think of myself not having one
moment of me without a wet face, as I beg my poisoned mind to just make me
think happy thoughts about food, water, or a way out. A way out! Out! I scream
the word over and over. I screech. Blood drips from my fingers. I claw, pull,
scream- claw, pull, scream! I- I feel something. It feels nice.
It was the first, “good” thing that I’ve ever experienced in the past 72
hours. It was the breeze. The breeze. I… am in heaven. Compared to all the things
I have done which is nothing more than bleeding, crying, clawing and screaming-
I am in heaven. “How?” I ask myself. “How can a feel
wind. I am sixty feet underground with nothing but quick echoes of my own
screams, and a scarce amount of air that I am able to breath. How?” I rub my
eyes. I try to get the poison of fear and corruption out of my mind. My eyes
can see properly. My ears can hear accurately. My throat is now clear. I am on the surface. I’ve climbed to the top of the hole.
I love myself and hug myself. My muscles and bones still feel weak and sick,
though, so I start running. I run and run and run, feeling more of the fine
wind brushing against my rotting skin (which now seems to be getting smoother
and more fine). Then, I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the wind. I keep running, until finally I fade
into the experience of being cozy, or warm, or protected. I look back. I squint
my eyes to a light. A big light. The sun. “All this time” I say. “I have spent ‘my
life’ in a ditch. I’ve been missing out on all of this?! I’ve practically been
dead, or at least born in hell for about three days straight. But now, I’m
alive.” I say it as if this it is the biggest relief in all of eternity. I hear
the hills around me thump and stomp. I feel the wind paint the sky blue with its
own mistakes of outlining clouds. I see the top. The top of everything. I’m on
the top of The Tower. I realize that if this is the very
top, the only way forward, is down. I take a leap of faith straight down to
nowhere, with pebbles hitting my sobbing face. My face is wetting up as fast as
the wind is pushing the tears off. There’s one point, now…… one target: It’s the hole of my birth and growth. I fall, and fall… and when I reach
the ‘end,’ I sink. I just think. My sight, once again, clears and I observe the
journey of humanity and what made it so great. I see tall building and high
mountains. “So this is the end,” I say to myself. But when I observe the
creations of both nature and structure, I get a feeling that it’s only the beginning.
And once again, I have to get to the
top. © 2015 Bender of Will |
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Added on May 2, 2015 Last Updated on May 2, 2015 AuthorBender of WillDurango, COAboutI am a writer and I'm trying to just put myself out there. I'm hoping that my audience (readers) enjoy my writing with fantasy, poetry, adventure, and more. At my young age (11) I'm looking to step up.. more.. |