Fallen tears

It’s only when we get to meet death personally, stare deep into its soul, that you will ever really feel the raw emotion and fear that it brings into our lives. We all think about it, sense when it's coming but like most unpleasant thoughts, we disregard it, choose to ignore the niggling doubts are instincts are so desperately trying to warn us about. So when I walked back home taking my usual route at night across the isolated beach, Why didn’t I listen to mine? I felt danger was coming; my body was trying to warn me something wasn’t right. The hairs at the back of my neck stood up in protest as I refused to listen to my gut and take the long route home. Fear was travelling through my veins pumping its venom straight to my heart making all sounds of the crashing waves drown out as its pounding over took. Even so, I was too late I was nearly at the other end, it be quicker just to keep moving. The clouds were closing over me, and the sun was far out in the distance, ready to rest on its tired head for the night, there would be know point now turning back, and as I rushed towards the exit stairs ready to take the last step off the cold wet sand, I felt a sharp pain at the back off my head. Before I knew it I was flying across the sand and I landed directly onto a rock. The pain was crippling, rendering me semi unconscious, unable to focus on any object or stand up and run from whatever force of nature that nearly took my life away.
I lied there for a minute trying frantically to pull any energy together so I could escape from this situation, I needed to get home the blood from my head was trickling down the side of my face, and I needed help. My eyes were trying to adjust back into focus looking for someone to come to my aid, but I could see no one, and as I laid on the dampness of the sand, I looked into the night sky and watched with panic as dark shadows emerge from the sky and hovered over me as if lost souls were dancing over my vulnerable body. I In that moment, everything stood still; time and existence froze as I looked upon the lost souls waiting eagerly to take my life, a life I hadn’t really lived. I was only 16 there was so much I hadn’t done, finished my exams, smoked weed, kissed Peter Jackson the high school hunk, or even made love, but when all the thoughts were gone, all I had was acceptance; that this was my time, there was no way out of it; I just closed my eyes and accepted my fate.