I Can't Feel Air Inside My Lungs Again.
1.
Everything that happened tonight was my fault.
Every death, every tear and every last bit of sorrow that came from my heart and soul was entirely my fault.
You’re dead, and it’s all because I wanted the best for us.
And it turned out to be the worst.
Maybe if I were to take his offer, this wouldn’t happen, I would still be holding you in my arms, and things would be great. They would be different, but perfect.
I'm sorry Alex, but I promise that I will see you again.
I promise.
***
It was earlier today, 8 o'clock,October 31st, Halloween night; the four of us were sitting in the tour bus, watching Nightmare Before Christmas like we did every year. You had your head in my lap, holding onto my hand loosely. That was only thing different about this year, we were finally together. After years of people hoping it would come true, it finally did.
And the day it was official, was the best day my life. And I’ll never forget it.
As we were sitting there, watching what was our favorite movie at the time, it paused suddenly. The cartoon images becoming a blur, and the TV turning to black. You sat up, still holding onto my hand and looked around. Your face was struck with horror, almost like the only thing that seemed dear to you was ripped away. It was just a movie, but at the same time we didn’t know why it stopped, so it was a bit eerie. Your eyes suddenly focused on Rian, who had a smile on his face and a remote in his hands.
He scolded you jokingly for being so terrified, and explained his reasoning’s, and that’s how it all began.
***
His idea was to take a break from the same old Halloween, to do something different for a change, so we decided to attend the annual carnival for whatever state we happened to be in. You continued to hold onto my hand, skeptical about what was coming, it seemed sketchy to you. Maybe because you weren't used settings like this. And maybe in a sense you were right.
And I didn't believe you, you were scared, and instead of forcing you to have fun, I should have let you stay inside the bus and finish the movie.
But instead I was being selfish and convinced you to walk into the small booth, made out of thick blue cloths formed into a shape almost like a teepee, except it was flat at the bottom. It was hard to describe, but you looked at me, fear in your eyes and squeezed my hand.
It was small, the inside had walls and it was set up almost like one of the psychic attractions, but instead of a creepy lady covered in jewels with a crystal ball in the middle of the table. It was a man.
He was wearing a red coat, one of those that went down to the middle of his thigh, he had a long scraggly white beard and glasses that were black framed and had a crack in the middle of the right lens.
“Ah, welcome boys.” His voice was dark and eerie, it made you cringe as soon as he opened his mouth. “My name is Mr. Ringo, Johnny Ringo.” He stood up. “And if you think I’m just another…phony act, you’re wrong.” His hands slammed on the desk, and you jumped.
“Can we leave?” You whispered in my ear, I was about to reply, but the man kept talking.
“Can I let you in on a little secret, Jack?”
How did he know my name?
You stood up and looked at me, letting go of my hand and telling me that you’d wait outside. I wanted to go after you, but as I tried to get up, there was something that felt like it was holding me back, wanting me to stay… Forcing me to stay.
“The reason I’m here, is to help you, it was your fate for us to meet. For Alex to walk out, and for us it have this… Little chat.” He got closer, the smell of corpses lingering on him, making me gag. And as he moved away, it looked like his eyes were red. “I want to help you Jack, I know what you go through in life, I know how bad you want to marry Alex, I know how bad you want your scars to be gone. And I want you to accept my offer. I will give you anything you ever wanted, Jack. And all you have to do, is sell your soul to me.”
“No!” I leaned back in the chair “Are you insane?!?” I spat, standing up. “I’m not stupid, I know what will happen if I do. And I can’t do that. I can’t.” He smirked, I turned around to leave, but something was tugging at me to stay, he was there, lifting me by my shirt collar in a matter of seconds.
“Yes Jack, but do you know the consequences if you don’t??” He snarled. “I will make your life a living hell Jack. And don’t think that I won’t.”
And as I walked out of the booth, that’s where things went wrong.
***
“Jack!” I woke up to the shrieks, not even aware of the fact that I fell asleep in the first place. I was in the bus, it was pitch black, and my forehead was sticky with blood, you weren’t with me, but you were the one screaming.
I got up, I couldn’t see anything, it was just a dark, fuzzy mess. I was tripping over everything, my forehead throbbing, and the only thing I could think about was you.
“Alex?!” No matter how much I wandered, bumping into walls and tripping over things, I couldn’t find you.
And that’s when it hit me.
I wasn’t even on the bus. I don’t know where I was. It was big enough to be a house, but that was besides the point, something was wrong and I needed to fix it.
“I told you Jack.” A voice whispered in my ear. My body froze as I could feel the little hairs of the man’s beard tickle against my neck. “I told you things would go wrong. And you didn’t listen. Your friends our dead, and you’re boyfriends next.”
And at that moment, I couldn’t breathe, like all the air was leaving my lungs.
And it actually was.
See you soon, Alex.
Every death, every tear and every last bit of sorrow that came from my heart and soul was entirely my fault.
You’re dead, and it’s all because I wanted the best for us.
And it turned out to be the worst.
Maybe if I were to take his offer, this wouldn’t happen, I would still be holding you in my arms, and things would be great. They would be different, but perfect.
I'm sorry Alex, but I promise that I will see you again.
I promise.
***
It was earlier today, 8 o'clock,October 31st, Halloween night; the four of us were sitting in the tour bus, watching Nightmare Before Christmas like we did every year. You had your head in my lap, holding onto my hand loosely. That was only thing different about this year, we were finally together. After years of people hoping it would come true, it finally did.
And the day it was official, was the best day my life. And I’ll never forget it.
As we were sitting there, watching what was our favorite movie at the time, it paused suddenly. The cartoon images becoming a blur, and the TV turning to black. You sat up, still holding onto my hand and looked around. Your face was struck with horror, almost like the only thing that seemed dear to you was ripped away. It was just a movie, but at the same time we didn’t know why it stopped, so it was a bit eerie. Your eyes suddenly focused on Rian, who had a smile on his face and a remote in his hands.
He scolded you jokingly for being so terrified, and explained his reasoning’s, and that’s how it all began.
***
His idea was to take a break from the same old Halloween, to do something different for a change, so we decided to attend the annual carnival for whatever state we happened to be in. You continued to hold onto my hand, skeptical about what was coming, it seemed sketchy to you. Maybe because you weren't used settings like this. And maybe in a sense you were right.
And I didn't believe you, you were scared, and instead of forcing you to have fun, I should have let you stay inside the bus and finish the movie.
But instead I was being selfish and convinced you to walk into the small booth, made out of thick blue cloths formed into a shape almost like a teepee, except it was flat at the bottom. It was hard to describe, but you looked at me, fear in your eyes and squeezed my hand.
It was small, the inside had walls and it was set up almost like one of the psychic attractions, but instead of a creepy lady covered in jewels with a crystal ball in the middle of the table. It was a man.
He was wearing a red coat, one of those that went down to the middle of his thigh, he had a long scraggly white beard and glasses that were black framed and had a crack in the middle of the right lens.
“Ah, welcome boys.” His voice was dark and eerie, it made you cringe as soon as he opened his mouth. “My name is Mr. Ringo, Johnny Ringo.” He stood up. “And if you think I’m just another…phony act, you’re wrong.” His hands slammed on the desk, and you jumped.
“Can we leave?” You whispered in my ear, I was about to reply, but the man kept talking.
“Can I let you in on a little secret, Jack?”
How did he know my name?
You stood up and looked at me, letting go of my hand and telling me that you’d wait outside. I wanted to go after you, but as I tried to get up, there was something that felt like it was holding me back, wanting me to stay… Forcing me to stay.
“The reason I’m here, is to help you, it was your fate for us to meet. For Alex to walk out, and for us it have this… Little chat.” He got closer, the smell of corpses lingering on him, making me gag. And as he moved away, it looked like his eyes were red. “I want to help you Jack, I know what you go through in life, I know how bad you want to marry Alex, I know how bad you want your scars to be gone. And I want you to accept my offer. I will give you anything you ever wanted, Jack. And all you have to do, is sell your soul to me.”
“No!” I leaned back in the chair “Are you insane?!?” I spat, standing up. “I’m not stupid, I know what will happen if I do. And I can’t do that. I can’t.” He smirked, I turned around to leave, but something was tugging at me to stay, he was there, lifting me by my shirt collar in a matter of seconds.
“Yes Jack, but do you know the consequences if you don’t??” He snarled. “I will make your life a living hell Jack. And don’t think that I won’t.”
And as I walked out of the booth, that’s where things went wrong.
***
“Jack!” I woke up to the shrieks, not even aware of the fact that I fell asleep in the first place. I was in the bus, it was pitch black, and my forehead was sticky with blood, you weren’t with me, but you were the one screaming.
I got up, I couldn’t see anything, it was just a dark, fuzzy mess. I was tripping over everything, my forehead throbbing, and the only thing I could think about was you.
“Alex?!” No matter how much I wandered, bumping into walls and tripping over things, I couldn’t find you.
And that’s when it hit me.
I wasn’t even on the bus. I don’t know where I was. It was big enough to be a house, but that was besides the point, something was wrong and I needed to fix it.
“I told you Jack.” A voice whispered in my ear. My body froze as I could feel the little hairs of the man’s beard tickle against my neck. “I told you things would go wrong. And you didn’t listen. Your friends our dead, and you’re boyfriends next.”
And at that moment, I couldn’t breathe, like all the air was leaving my lungs.
And it actually was.
See you soon, Alex.
Notes
I probably should have prepared for this better. It's not that good, so theres a chance i'll take it down after the contest. But. Yeah.Word count- 1092
10/2/13