The Craving

My chest expanded and contracted rapidly. A bead of sweat rolled down my face. A crimson liquid dripped out my arm. My wound pulsed. I screamed in agonizing pain. I was this close to being devoured. Is life really as important as I grew up to believe? The torture of enduring such a burden. If I had the chance to lift it, why not? I slowly reached for my handgun. I know any hell I'm going to, will be more peaceful than the one I'm living in right now.

As I held the pistol to the side of my head, tears clouded my vision. I wiped them away, and took one last look at the world. The pain took over, again. Only this time, it ripped through my skin. As if it were piercing my soul. My whole body shook. I felt as if I were being torn apart from the inside out. With my vision fading, I glanced at my hands. Gray and clammy. My arms and legs went numb, and the gun fell from my grasp.

Almost instantly, I re-awoke. I slowly got up, with a new sense of meaning. My body seemed to move on its own. I exited the house, not knowing where I was going. Everything I once believed in slipped my mind. Then, the craving set in.