I go up, a huge marble staircase is approaching, I walk along it higher and higher, so high that it takes my breath away… But now the room floats towards me and now I’m already standing on the carpet, and in the corner on a bench sits an old woman and the sunlight shines from behind the window and I feel sad and joyful at the same time… The window is approaching and I open it, an amazingly beautiful panorama of summer, dusty, noisy, smelling of dry grass, is revealed in front of me… The sunlight is getting dark, blackness obscures the sun, I try to move away from the window, but the darkness overtakes me in the room, I want to run away, but everything turns black, objects blur and… What? What’s happening?!
your mother. She found me again. It’s dark all around. I stand in a beam of light and hear this familiar whisper from behind..
-You’re nervous?
– Certainly. I always get nervous when you get close. — I hope that the dream is already close to ending.
– Calm down. Your journey in life is over. You don’t belong here.
– As you can see, I’m still alive. And I’m not going to give up. — your mother! Time is running out! Come on, wake up! Wake up!
– I’ll come for you. And you will understand your mistake.
-You’ll have to find me first. And catch. Until then… All your words are just empty threats.
— Stupid. Your games with the Law will lead to nothing good.
– I’ve heard that before. And many times. My choice is made. — Damn, when will I wake up?! Gotta try to open your eyes, open your eyes.
The giant windows opened in the darkness, and gray light poured out of them, washing away the images, destroying the obsession, erasing the dream. How. Difficult. Oh my god! I can’t move… I’m like a fish on the shore. You need to breathe and don’t close your eyes. Breathe and don’t close your eyes. I hate this moment. So… The dream is receding, I move my finger, now I need to turn over, yes, everything is ok… Damn! I fell to the floor. But I finally woke up. The clock says 4:30. No problem, the car is always at my disposal. I need to drink coffee, I prepared it yesterday for just such an occasion.
The thermos was in place. This is amazing. A couple of sips from the throat – great. Now I definitely won’t fall asleep while driving. The bag is already prepared, all that remains is to get dressed… I’ll take something neutral. Jeans and a fall jacket will go almost anywhere. So, you don’t have to turn off the light. I quickly ran downstairs, straight to my car, loaded my bag into the trunk, and got behind the wheel. "Life is good!“- I assured myself, turning the ignition key.
The house exploded as soon as I had time to rewind a kilometer.
Who am I running from?? I’ll tell you. From Death, which I was able to deceive. I broke the most important law of life – everything must die. But I didn’t die. And I won’t die. I am Immortal. And I want to stay like this forever. But to do this I will have to cheat death many more times… A lot. Infinity.
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Shhh… I’m writing a secret in pale gray: there are a lot of punctuation errors in the first paragraph, and some even interfere with understanding the text. Don’t be offended, but apparently it – the text – lay on the “table” for a long time.
The text was written right before posting.
The first paragraph was supposed to convey the confusion and unreality of the dream. That’s why he himself is confused and crooked from a punctuation point of view.
Immediately a question: He is immortal in the sense that he will not die of old age, or at all?
Yes, that’s actually interesting. But too few details (IMHO). Need more little things!11
Vaapche. Until Death finds him.
I’ll think about the little things… I don’t like first-person stories, it’s the little things that elude me, but I’ll think of something.
In a dream, Death is only looking for him. He ran away because she almost found him again in a dream. She wants to meet him directly.