Dracun imperium
05-05-2005, 00:00
Have you written any sad, or despressing Stories/Poems/Art work then post'em here. I would like to share two things i wrote today.
The Suffering
Chapter 1: Into the Night
Staten Island, New York
January 25th, 2000
It poured that night, the thunder rumbled the skies, and the lightning flashed outside. To any normal ten years old this was a frightening night, but not to young Jason Ohn, he was… different. He was far more mature then others his age, but he was very social and wasn’t easy to scare as you could tell.
He was average height, 4’7 and he was average size. He had dirty blonde hair, with green eyes, but he was a good size, considered handsome by most standards.
His parents were out to dinner, and his Aunt Kristina was watching him. He was very happy with his family, his parents both loved him very much and he returned it, however it would all shatter this very night…
Jason was watching his favorite T.V. show, South Park when the phone rang. Normally he wouldn’t be aloud to watch it, but his aunt let certain things slide, anyway the phone rang. Aunt Kris walked over to the phone picked it up.
“Hello…” She said into the phone, and the voice said back, very low impossible to hear unless you were on the phone, “Yes Officer but-” and that’s when the phone dropped to the ground and smashed open, as two batteries rolled out.
Jason looked, wondering at the commotion, “What’s wrong Aunt Kris?” Her look told it all, and a single tear escaped her eye, “No…” He said softly, “NO!” He screamed and ran out of the house, slamming the door, and into the night.
Chapter II: Somber Embrace
Aunt Kris ran after Jason, but it was too dark to see, “Jason!” She screamed, “Please come back.” She added more softly. She ran into the house, grabbed her keys and ran into the car, and began the search. He could be anywhere, she thought with a deep sadness.
He began her search, checking street after street, block by block her search produced nothing. Suddenly a police car was seen in the distance, lights flashing and she pulled over, praying, if there was one, to God that Jason would be there, and sure enough he was, and he was fighting the police officer.
“Get off me you as-” Jason began to shout. Kristina ran towards the officer, “Officer please let him go, he’s my nephew he’s had a… rough night.”
The officer looked at her, suspicious at first then by Jason’s face he released him to her.
She ran to him, arms open for embrace, “Oh Jason I was so worried.” He hugged her, but there was something missing, there was no love in it. He just stared off into the darkness; it was truly the world’s most Somber Embrace.
“Come inside.” She said and ushered him into the car. She started the car up, and they began their long drive home, “Jason… there in a better place.”
Jason didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare off into the storming night, no trace of emotion there, the only emotion there was suffering, and in his eye a small tear formed, that tear soon made its way down the cheek of young Jason, and onto his paints, leaving a tiny wet spot onto it. It was the only tear he ever shed that night… or for the next three years.
Chapter III: The Sign
Three years later, January 25th, 2003
Things had changed, they had changed and not for the good. Jason had become pale. His once brilliant personality gone dull and his social interaction diminished, he wasn’t the same anymore. He hardly spoke, even to those close to him. His aunt had tried her best but realized he couldn’t be helped. She had become his guardian and she tried her best to fulfill that position, however trying wasn’t exactly doing.
He just sat in his room, looking over and over at his photo albums, the same routine over and over. His school grades had fallen dramatically, and he was close to getting left back. They had moved from their old town to a new one, hoping to start over… Jason however didn’t want to.
If you were awake for long enough, and the house was quiet you could hear a slight sobbing, so sad that it often brought tears to Kristina’s eyes. This had gone on for the past three years since that fatal car accident, that had left Jason parentless and Kristina as his guardian.
Today was the worst day of them all, he wouldn’t move a muscle. It was the anniversary of the accident and it still tore apart Kristina to see Jason suffer so much. She was downstairs when it all began, the first sign. A sudden crashing noise echoed throughout the small house. Kristina walked upstairs, praying nothing had happened to him and she was terrified what she walked in onto, her nephew attempting to cut himself with some glass from a glass cup, “Jason, no!” She screamed and grabbed a hold of his arm and struggled to get it away from him. She pinned him to his bed, and reached for the phone. She grabbed it and dialed 911, and as she struggled to hold him down told them of what was happening and to hurry quickly, “Stop it Jason!” She screamed as she dropped the phone, which collided to the ground breaking into dozens of pieces.
Tears stung both of their eyes as Jason fought to escape and hurt himself. It was a terrifying experience, to witness to be a part of such a thing, to watch one fall so far into suffering to want to end it to actually kill there self. It was like slow-motion, finally the ambulance arrived. They too struggled with Jason, as they strapped him into a stretcher. Kristina could only watch in horror as he screamed curses into the air. Kristina fell to her knees and began to cry, cry for what seemed like hours.
Chapter IV The Ultimate Suffering
It had been several days later when Kristina had been allowed to visit, and she almost wished she hadn’t. He had gone pale, his once handsome features gone from his face, he had become skinny, and his eyes had dark under linings as signs he had hadn’t slept in days. When she sat down next to him, his face became cold with anger. So much anger it was clearly visible on his face, “Jason please talk to me…”
He didn’t speak one word the entire time. She only continued to plead he would speak with her, so that she may go home a little bit happy. He didn’t say a word. She got up gathered her things and prepared to leave when a hoarse voice whispered, “You have no idea what suffering is… I promise you one day you will know it.”
Kristina turned to him looking confused, then she cried for the thousandth time this week, but this time it wasn’t tears of fear, sadness, but instead it was something more then anything could be described, the feeling of betrayal. She quickly dismissed the feeling though, and she cried for dozens of reasons the only thought that swirled through her head was, How could he… how could he say that.
She thought that for hours on what he could mean, and shot down dozens of possible answers. There was only one possible answer; he was going to kill himself, to make her feel suffering. But why would he do that to her, after all the times she had tried to help him.
She realized now though, he didn’t want to be helped, saved if you will. He just wanted to die, and there was nothing she could do to help him. Well there was plenty of ways just not legal ways. But she didn’t want her nephew to die; she loved him like a son. But what if it ended his suffering?
She felt guilty the instant she thought up that terrible feeling. But in truth, Jason’s words were already becoming a reality. She was being torn apart, on what was right and what was wrong. She was suffering, wishing it would all end and that is when she made her decision. He needs help, he needs it more then anyone I know, but he needs special help and I will help him get that special help.
Chapter V Sending Help
It was very cloudy that day, so much it blocked out the sun. Kristina drove out to the mental institute where Jason was being held and she prepared herself for something she would never forgive herself for, helping Jason kill himself.
She parked her car in the parking lot, it began to drizzle. She entered the institute, and took the elevator to level 6, where he was being held. She walked normally, not attracting any attention at all. She entered his room and Jason looked at her and smiled, “I knew you would see it my way Aunt Kris.”
That lone smile brought a grim tear to her eye. She said nothing, she knew what she was doing was morally wrong, but she needed to do it to help her nephew and that was all that mattered. She picked him up off the bed, after un-strapping him and she put him in a wheelchair and wheeled him to the elevator, most people only smiled at Jason and Kristina.
They took it to then roof floor, and exited. It was reserved only for the most disturbed patients, and Jason’s life would end here. She wheeled him to a stair case, locked by a gate. Kristina brought back her leg and after several attempts slammed the door open. Alarms sounded, as people turned instantly to the two. “Run Jason!” Kristina screamed, and the two ran up the steep stairs, arriving at the roof door. She opened it and the two exited. Kristina turned and slammed the door shut, and Jason ran to the edge, stopped He stood on top of the hospital, a mere thirteen year old in a mental institution, below him sirens blared. He looked down, and took one more step, then another till he was on… the edge, suddenly though his life flashed before his eyes.
Chapter VI Remembering
Jason suddenly stopped, and his eyes became distant as he remembered everything. His parents love, that fatal night, his Aunt’s persistent attempts at trying to help him.
He remembered a Christmas when he got his first video game, when he got his puppy, who he named Lucky, who died several months later after being hit by a car. He remembered when he cried when his parents fought, hiding under his bed. They would stop fighting and try to comfort him. Those were only some of the memories he suddenly recounted.
But most of all he remembered his aunts dedication of trying to help him. Trying to make his life better and trying to fulfill the big hole in his heart with the only thing she could supply, her love.
He reverted to the past and his eyes became filled with tears, “Aunt Kris… I am so sorry I didn’t mean to-” Suddenly his aunt screamed and his last words were cut off. He turned and suddenly staggered back… and flew to the floor below.
Chapter VI The Other Side
Kristina tried to hold the door, as Jason stood there motionless. She tried to reach him with her screams but he just stood there, and suddenly she flew to the floor as the Patient Security Force rushed through, unloaded their tranquilizer guns and one fired a dart right at Jason.
“Aunt Kris… I am so sorry…” was all she heard as she screamed like a banshee and that’s when he turned around and saw him hit by the dart then stagger to his death, “NO!” She screamed tears flying down at enormous speeds. The man who shot the dart suddenly looked stricken with guilt; Kristina only felt anger and vengeance. She pulled up a tranquilizer gun, ran over to him grabbed him by the neck, and shot it straight into his windpipe. He fell to the floor dead. The other two grabbed her, and tried to restrain her as she fought crying hysterically. He had realized the truth only for her to lose him forever anyways.
She cried, and cried for another month; soon she was tried for murder, and endangerment of a minor. Her lawyers pleaded insanity, as she refused to talk to even defend herself. She adopted Jason’s look of paleness, and soon she committed suicide, leaving behind only eight words.
I have learned what it means to suffer
Faith
I have learned what it means to suffer
And it isn’t a pretty lesson
I scream for no more
But it only gets closer
Closer and Closer
Enveloping me and taking me whole
I scream for help
But nobody answers my call
I scream longer and harder
Hoping someone comes
Tears escape my eyes
As I realize no one is coming
I cry a silent cry
And the night goes on
As I’m fading away
I just want to die
But then it comes
Like a majestic sun
Pulling me up
And rescuing me from the darkness
I smile
Knowing it saved me at last
All I needed was Faith
The Suffering
Chapter 1: Into the Night
Staten Island, New York
January 25th, 2000
It poured that night, the thunder rumbled the skies, and the lightning flashed outside. To any normal ten years old this was a frightening night, but not to young Jason Ohn, he was… different. He was far more mature then others his age, but he was very social and wasn’t easy to scare as you could tell.
He was average height, 4’7 and he was average size. He had dirty blonde hair, with green eyes, but he was a good size, considered handsome by most standards.
His parents were out to dinner, and his Aunt Kristina was watching him. He was very happy with his family, his parents both loved him very much and he returned it, however it would all shatter this very night…
Jason was watching his favorite T.V. show, South Park when the phone rang. Normally he wouldn’t be aloud to watch it, but his aunt let certain things slide, anyway the phone rang. Aunt Kris walked over to the phone picked it up.
“Hello…” She said into the phone, and the voice said back, very low impossible to hear unless you were on the phone, “Yes Officer but-” and that’s when the phone dropped to the ground and smashed open, as two batteries rolled out.
Jason looked, wondering at the commotion, “What’s wrong Aunt Kris?” Her look told it all, and a single tear escaped her eye, “No…” He said softly, “NO!” He screamed and ran out of the house, slamming the door, and into the night.
Chapter II: Somber Embrace
Aunt Kris ran after Jason, but it was too dark to see, “Jason!” She screamed, “Please come back.” She added more softly. She ran into the house, grabbed her keys and ran into the car, and began the search. He could be anywhere, she thought with a deep sadness.
He began her search, checking street after street, block by block her search produced nothing. Suddenly a police car was seen in the distance, lights flashing and she pulled over, praying, if there was one, to God that Jason would be there, and sure enough he was, and he was fighting the police officer.
“Get off me you as-” Jason began to shout. Kristina ran towards the officer, “Officer please let him go, he’s my nephew he’s had a… rough night.”
The officer looked at her, suspicious at first then by Jason’s face he released him to her.
She ran to him, arms open for embrace, “Oh Jason I was so worried.” He hugged her, but there was something missing, there was no love in it. He just stared off into the darkness; it was truly the world’s most Somber Embrace.
“Come inside.” She said and ushered him into the car. She started the car up, and they began their long drive home, “Jason… there in a better place.”
Jason didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare off into the storming night, no trace of emotion there, the only emotion there was suffering, and in his eye a small tear formed, that tear soon made its way down the cheek of young Jason, and onto his paints, leaving a tiny wet spot onto it. It was the only tear he ever shed that night… or for the next three years.
Chapter III: The Sign
Three years later, January 25th, 2003
Things had changed, they had changed and not for the good. Jason had become pale. His once brilliant personality gone dull and his social interaction diminished, he wasn’t the same anymore. He hardly spoke, even to those close to him. His aunt had tried her best but realized he couldn’t be helped. She had become his guardian and she tried her best to fulfill that position, however trying wasn’t exactly doing.
He just sat in his room, looking over and over at his photo albums, the same routine over and over. His school grades had fallen dramatically, and he was close to getting left back. They had moved from their old town to a new one, hoping to start over… Jason however didn’t want to.
If you were awake for long enough, and the house was quiet you could hear a slight sobbing, so sad that it often brought tears to Kristina’s eyes. This had gone on for the past three years since that fatal car accident, that had left Jason parentless and Kristina as his guardian.
Today was the worst day of them all, he wouldn’t move a muscle. It was the anniversary of the accident and it still tore apart Kristina to see Jason suffer so much. She was downstairs when it all began, the first sign. A sudden crashing noise echoed throughout the small house. Kristina walked upstairs, praying nothing had happened to him and she was terrified what she walked in onto, her nephew attempting to cut himself with some glass from a glass cup, “Jason, no!” She screamed and grabbed a hold of his arm and struggled to get it away from him. She pinned him to his bed, and reached for the phone. She grabbed it and dialed 911, and as she struggled to hold him down told them of what was happening and to hurry quickly, “Stop it Jason!” She screamed as she dropped the phone, which collided to the ground breaking into dozens of pieces.
Tears stung both of their eyes as Jason fought to escape and hurt himself. It was a terrifying experience, to witness to be a part of such a thing, to watch one fall so far into suffering to want to end it to actually kill there self. It was like slow-motion, finally the ambulance arrived. They too struggled with Jason, as they strapped him into a stretcher. Kristina could only watch in horror as he screamed curses into the air. Kristina fell to her knees and began to cry, cry for what seemed like hours.
Chapter IV The Ultimate Suffering
It had been several days later when Kristina had been allowed to visit, and she almost wished she hadn’t. He had gone pale, his once handsome features gone from his face, he had become skinny, and his eyes had dark under linings as signs he had hadn’t slept in days. When she sat down next to him, his face became cold with anger. So much anger it was clearly visible on his face, “Jason please talk to me…”
He didn’t speak one word the entire time. She only continued to plead he would speak with her, so that she may go home a little bit happy. He didn’t say a word. She got up gathered her things and prepared to leave when a hoarse voice whispered, “You have no idea what suffering is… I promise you one day you will know it.”
Kristina turned to him looking confused, then she cried for the thousandth time this week, but this time it wasn’t tears of fear, sadness, but instead it was something more then anything could be described, the feeling of betrayal. She quickly dismissed the feeling though, and she cried for dozens of reasons the only thought that swirled through her head was, How could he… how could he say that.
She thought that for hours on what he could mean, and shot down dozens of possible answers. There was only one possible answer; he was going to kill himself, to make her feel suffering. But why would he do that to her, after all the times she had tried to help him.
She realized now though, he didn’t want to be helped, saved if you will. He just wanted to die, and there was nothing she could do to help him. Well there was plenty of ways just not legal ways. But she didn’t want her nephew to die; she loved him like a son. But what if it ended his suffering?
She felt guilty the instant she thought up that terrible feeling. But in truth, Jason’s words were already becoming a reality. She was being torn apart, on what was right and what was wrong. She was suffering, wishing it would all end and that is when she made her decision. He needs help, he needs it more then anyone I know, but he needs special help and I will help him get that special help.
Chapter V Sending Help
It was very cloudy that day, so much it blocked out the sun. Kristina drove out to the mental institute where Jason was being held and she prepared herself for something she would never forgive herself for, helping Jason kill himself.
She parked her car in the parking lot, it began to drizzle. She entered the institute, and took the elevator to level 6, where he was being held. She walked normally, not attracting any attention at all. She entered his room and Jason looked at her and smiled, “I knew you would see it my way Aunt Kris.”
That lone smile brought a grim tear to her eye. She said nothing, she knew what she was doing was morally wrong, but she needed to do it to help her nephew and that was all that mattered. She picked him up off the bed, after un-strapping him and she put him in a wheelchair and wheeled him to the elevator, most people only smiled at Jason and Kristina.
They took it to then roof floor, and exited. It was reserved only for the most disturbed patients, and Jason’s life would end here. She wheeled him to a stair case, locked by a gate. Kristina brought back her leg and after several attempts slammed the door open. Alarms sounded, as people turned instantly to the two. “Run Jason!” Kristina screamed, and the two ran up the steep stairs, arriving at the roof door. She opened it and the two exited. Kristina turned and slammed the door shut, and Jason ran to the edge, stopped He stood on top of the hospital, a mere thirteen year old in a mental institution, below him sirens blared. He looked down, and took one more step, then another till he was on… the edge, suddenly though his life flashed before his eyes.
Chapter VI Remembering
Jason suddenly stopped, and his eyes became distant as he remembered everything. His parents love, that fatal night, his Aunt’s persistent attempts at trying to help him.
He remembered a Christmas when he got his first video game, when he got his puppy, who he named Lucky, who died several months later after being hit by a car. He remembered when he cried when his parents fought, hiding under his bed. They would stop fighting and try to comfort him. Those were only some of the memories he suddenly recounted.
But most of all he remembered his aunts dedication of trying to help him. Trying to make his life better and trying to fulfill the big hole in his heart with the only thing she could supply, her love.
He reverted to the past and his eyes became filled with tears, “Aunt Kris… I am so sorry I didn’t mean to-” Suddenly his aunt screamed and his last words were cut off. He turned and suddenly staggered back… and flew to the floor below.
Chapter VI The Other Side
Kristina tried to hold the door, as Jason stood there motionless. She tried to reach him with her screams but he just stood there, and suddenly she flew to the floor as the Patient Security Force rushed through, unloaded their tranquilizer guns and one fired a dart right at Jason.
“Aunt Kris… I am so sorry…” was all she heard as she screamed like a banshee and that’s when he turned around and saw him hit by the dart then stagger to his death, “NO!” She screamed tears flying down at enormous speeds. The man who shot the dart suddenly looked stricken with guilt; Kristina only felt anger and vengeance. She pulled up a tranquilizer gun, ran over to him grabbed him by the neck, and shot it straight into his windpipe. He fell to the floor dead. The other two grabbed her, and tried to restrain her as she fought crying hysterically. He had realized the truth only for her to lose him forever anyways.
She cried, and cried for another month; soon she was tried for murder, and endangerment of a minor. Her lawyers pleaded insanity, as she refused to talk to even defend herself. She adopted Jason’s look of paleness, and soon she committed suicide, leaving behind only eight words.
I have learned what it means to suffer
Faith
I have learned what it means to suffer
And it isn’t a pretty lesson
I scream for no more
But it only gets closer
Closer and Closer
Enveloping me and taking me whole
I scream for help
But nobody answers my call
I scream longer and harder
Hoping someone comes
Tears escape my eyes
As I realize no one is coming
I cry a silent cry
And the night goes on
As I’m fading away
I just want to die
But then it comes
Like a majestic sun
Pulling me up
And rescuing me from the darkness
I smile
Knowing it saved me at last
All I needed was Faith