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This is a story I wrote since long time ago, I hope you like it. A tribute to depression :]

1-Lost IntroSpection

It was probably him, or his thoughts that brought him here. In this white, empty room filled with gloomy lights out from the window forming a creepy call of the dead night. That poor guy sat with his knees tucked close to his body, hunching his back attached to the wall with that pair of eyes filled with despair and tears.

“Perhaps that’s the effect of grieving…” he thought, without any disturbances.

“A decoration would be very helpful in this solitude…” came fading into his mind.

What is the motive of being in an empty room? Seeking for answers he went raising his arms as usual with his sleeves torn on the elbow. Stood still is he, crawled and scouted.

“To where would this bring me… this place has no end…” he was devastated.

Could he ever use his imagination and reassemble originality? The debate went continuously in between black and white in his mind. The door without grease made a rusty sound for receiving such force.

“Is this an abandoned villa? There are spider webs and dusts; the whole place seems to be very old…” he spoke, silently.

Light came creeping into the house, as the moon shined.

“Statues don’t express themselves! They cannot talk!” he shouted.

In came a melody, it was not north, south, east or west. Neither was it from the diagonals. Thudded on his face as he left more of his footsteps from that room. There were no exits; all that was contained was an exact copy from the previous scene.

“What is that tune, I don’t have that glossary in my dictionary.” he doubted.

Yet, another picture that looped from the beginning. There were no one and each room consisted of two doors.

“This place is dull; I’ve been trying to find the exit. But there is no one or anything here.” he questioned.

“Move forward…” awkwardly, he said.

Door by door opened and there came one immediate thought.

“Limit exceeded… Fatigue seems to have brought me down…” he said merely soundless.

The situation looped over and over. Twisted his spinal and sprained,

“Ouch! This whole place is repeating all over!” he recalled.

Possibly, there were no exits. There was no clue or tool that could bring him out. He turned and saw a row of looping opened doors. Down went his weak, skinny body in front of the window as he peaked out and found himself inside a villa without any surroundings.

“What? Am I dreaming? If I am, please wake up! This place knows nothing about nature!” he thought, with full of frustrations.

All he saw was a blank screen out of that invisible frame. The whole canvas was filled with a big, black cloth with a paled sphere in the middle. That poor guy paid fruitless effort opening infinite doors, ended up stranded in the very spot where he stood.

“What seems to be the construction of this place? A maze perhaps?” he eerily doubted.

All of a sudden opened a vacuum from one of the walls, and then came a man from the inside of that abyss. He turned his head and saw a tall, black figure dressed with a broad, cozy tuxedo and a long, red necktie with a pair of long, black branded pants and a pair of dark, black working shoes. A scent was carried along his body, he had a broad chest. That scent had a fragrant, pleasant smell. As the man stepped out, the melody echoed faintly throughout the room and faded. Footsteps getting louder approached with a black shadow creeping sluggishly. This man is Eric.

“Who are you? What brings you here?” he mysteriously questioned.

With Eric’s involuntary,

“I am your future, Eric.” sorely, Eric spoke.

“I am confined in my atmosphere. I can no longer manipulate myself.” said him with full of depression.

“Perhaps things in you are too in depth, all way beyond time.” mentioned Eric.

“I received a mental seizure, something that hinders me away from reality.” said him.

“What makes you think so? Reacting towards something with past experiences? That’s an insane thing to do, don’t you think?” said Eric.

“I do know that, I’m trying to look for the chain that enables me to get to someone, at least.” he said.

Not for a chance, without effort and determination. No survivor exists without patience and effort.

“Well, burn the match and light the candles then. It would give you a clue. Because, every time a candle is lighted, makes the room brighter.” said Eric.

“Your face shows no sign of anger or happiness; you seem to have no emotions. Savage manners seem to be intolerable for you and looking at your face gives me the disapproval of having hatred. So, what are you?” he questioned.

“I would show no mercy to negativity because I have overpowered them.” said Eric.

“I appreciate your advice but…” he said.

“It is your turn to roll the dice now, play the game, fair and just. Thus, you’ll find it. Logically, something significant.” advised Eric.

“I’m feeling your heat now!” he shouted motivationally.

“That’s the spirit…” said Eric as he coughed.

“One question… why are you here to help…” he asked as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, before time sufficiency, Eric faded away.

“Open this last door…” said a mysterious voice out of nowhere.

So he did, thus dragged by an unexplainable force into the room. Right in front, was a swirling, blue gradient space. That guy, with hope, stepped forward to discover what was inside that space. But, there was an obstacle, something placed right before him but invisible.

“What? Let me out!” he shouted.

With his fist charged, full of force. He swung heartlessly and punched the barrier. There was no sign of an effect towards it. His hands swelled and the bones in his fist broke. He cried and shouted in pain with his injured hand. So he sat, and recalled what had happened, crying.

“What is the possibility of breaking this barrier?” he doubted.

“Not physical strength…” he questioned.

“Use not the strength, but the heart! The heart opens up every possibilities, this is what it was meant to be! I get it now!” he said with burning passion.

Hence, he stood up and focused. Deep within his heart, he felt sorrow, anger and despair. Full of regrets, grieving over the past. It was time for him to eliminate them, not so much about himself but every agent that he would meet. But he would need to use black and white to separate negativity and positivism.

“I perceive the frail side of man, which is therefore defective, sympathetic. Every player comprehends, to be restrained by fiends is to be retained, grasped by a premeditative homicide which exhibits profound mental retardation so do we understand the virtuous side of the greenly sphere. Thus, I am in my proper atmosphere.” he thought. So he was, now determined to give way to a conclusion.

Therefore, the barrier was opened and he swirled into a white empty abyss. After everything happened in a dash, he woke up from his sub-consciousness, into reality.

“Who was that Eric guy? Would it by chance be me?” he seemingly doubted.

©~KangHo©

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