Over the years, I have served a witness to the deviant horrors that this world can bestow upon you at any moment, at any time. Either it being causing you to trip and fall or by causing you to lose the person you appreciated the most. Ever since that dreadful event, I have developed a personality that my family does not see fit ever since the death of my father. You can say that they blame it on me, but they will deny it. You see, I was there the day my father died. I had no hand in causing it, but I could have had a hand in preventing it. My father was an honest man who upheld very strong morals. One weekend, my father and I went for a trip to Lake Albecka for the summer. My father told me that he could hold his breath for five whole minutes; I had seen him do four and a half but never more than that. I sighed in disbelief at this statement. I challenged him to do it, so of course being the competitive person he was, he accepted. I grabbed my watch and began to time him, one minute had gone by I looked at the watch it now read 3:40.17 and counting. I began to grimace as the watch arrived at four and a half minutes. I knew that I would be the one losing this bet. It was 5 minutes now and counting and he was still under the water. I began to panic and submerged myself into the water looking for his whereabouts. “Had he gone to the bottom?” I ask myself. I look around frantically pushing over water and diving down. I could not find him, nor could the police, nor could god. He was lost to the mystic blue. Many investigations, many questions, but never did they find a body. I would like to think he is still out there, maybe in another world, who knows. I can see my breath now, in my very own house. The cold has now erupted all over now. It is hard to sit still with the beating cold on chilling my back. I am all alone here, with only my aggravating thoughts bouncing back and forth in my head. The lights begin to flicker and there is a loud fuming popping noise in the basement. All the lights and electronics shut off in a loud “whoosh”. As I rush over the house trying to figure out the cause for this sudden turn of events, I remember the sound in the basement. I fiddle the lock to the door nervously and ramble down the stairs. The circuit box is open, the wind I think to myself. I struggle to find light in this dimly light room, only thing I can do is hit the switches blindly and hope that I can intrigue a surgical rejuvenation. I being to flick the switches back and forth listening attentively to electronic appliances. My finger tips slide across a large hard button, without losing the buttons position, or without pressing it I place my fingers carefully over it. My senses tell my not to hit it, but the tingling sensation that has now transpired, forces me to press it. My fingers slowly press down onto this large button, a blue light ruptures from the darkness and I am send into a whirling spin backwards. I hit my head on the steel furnace and my vision begins to blur. In seconds, I am asleep lying alone and without heat in the dark basement. I wake in what seems like hours. My skin on my hands is shriveled and my muscles are tense. As I breathe, my chilling breath impales the air around me sending my stomach into a trauma. I begin hyperventilating, to shocked with the frigid temperature to process the fact that I am suffering from relapse. I begin to struggle to my feet, fighting my visionary impairment from the icicles that have formed on my eyebrows. With a brush from my hand, I peel the icicles off and begin to walk towards the basement stairs. I use the boxes and bins as landmarks to navigate myself. As I reach the stairs, I began to walk up, and with each creaking step I find myself closer. With a gasping breath, I emerge from the wintery ice land that is my basement unto a new obstacle. With little light from the moonlight, I am able to make what is an icicle that has formed all over the living room’s furniture. As I struggle for my brain to process enough thoughts to get out of this, I see a dimmering blue light that is reflecting off the walls. “Could there be electricity in the upstairs?” I say to myself. I walk towards the stairs to the top level of my house; the ice that has formed on the hardwood floor makes it hard to manage a progression. Once I reach the bottom of my steps, I use the railing, but soon notice that that to has been concealed in ice. I slowly begin my ascent to the upstairs floor, and with slow and conceal movements I am able to make a climb. As I reach the top of the steps, the once minuscule light has now magnified itself into a radiant beam. The light my bouncing off the ways and elucidating the floors. “It is only in my sister’s room that this light is coming from”, I say to myself. I grasp the handle of the door and it rips right off due to the effects of the cold. The door creaks open suddenly. I peak into the doorway looking for the source of this light. The light is located in the right corner of the room to far behind the door for me to see. This leaves me with one option, to open the door. I slowly push the door open, and I look into the source of the light. As I gaze into the source. The coldness of my muscles is subsided as all my thoughts and emotions are glaring at this source. I cannot make out what it is or how it seems to be generating the supply of energy it needs to stay lit. It is a swirling blue circle that is levitated off the ground 2 feet in the air, around it is pulsing ripples that seem to be shredding holes in the air. The cold from my body is slowly dwindling and I am being consumed with a spontaneous heat. The vortex is creating pulses through the rivets in the floor and creating immense heat, there is already water on the floor from the melted snow. I turn around to open the door, but door will not budge, the waves of heat seem to be pushing the door, almost intentially preventing my escape. Sweat has begun to drip down my face and neck onto my back dampening my once frozen clothes. As my body regains to its normal temperature and state, I find that I can move without the strain of the cold again. The light on the vortex suddenly intensifies its brightness. With a blinding white light it begins to create pull. This pull begins to cause the small appliances in my sister’s room to move and begin to wobble down closer to the vortex. The sudden thought comes to my attention that the vortex is attempting to consume everything with its deviant pull. I look around for something of great density to hold on to. I grab onto the steel pole that is holding up the bed and I stare at the vortex as it has now started to take in small particles like the pictures on the walls and the toys on the floor. There is another white blinding light and the force of the pull has noticeably intensified by a considerable amount. Now the chairs and the tables have begun to budge closer and closer to the corner of the room that holds the vortex. The bed however, remains in its initial place in the room. With another blinding light, the result is the same once again the pull has been enhanced. The bed is now being budged and the tiles on the floor have begun to rattle. The vortex’s radiant light has now taken in all the small things in the room and is now inching the larger massed items closer. The pull is still not enough to move the bed an effective amount. I am just waiting helplessly for one more of the vortex’s energy eruptions. For the longest time I stand frigid and still looking and waiting to get consumed into the vortex. At any moment the vortex’s light aura with emit a blinding light and devour the whole room up. But the vortex remains, still pulsing and swirling like a human heart. I look down at the floor and notice that there is nothing on it, even the water molecules that were once ice have been consumed by this force. I hear a charge in the corner, and I slowly look up. With a blinding light the vortex’s magnification is intensified… As I get up I see that I am on a hard marble-like road. The road is very shiny and not an inch of dust or dirt is on the road. It looks like nothing has been on this road in a very long time. As I gaze down at the road, I can see my reflection. “What is this?” I say to myself. I see my home; there are police cars and ambulances all around it being swarmed by news helicopters. The room where the portal had been, my sister’s room, had been completely eradicated for the rest of the house. I see my mother, father, and my sister all hugging each other crying and sobbing in horror and disbelief. Then, the picture suddenly zooms out and fades away. My attention is now focused on the road again; it stretches as far as my eye can see both forward and backwards. On the side of the road are white dead plants and leaves, it is all flat; there is nothing that inhabits these fields and no trees. I look up; there is a black sky with marvelous balls of color in it. Along with these balls are swirling stars that are shooting by, they are flying a marvelous speeds faster than that of a jet. The balls of color look like stars but they are too big to be stars. Never, have I seen a star other than white. Although it is dark out, my surrounding is lit like a summer day. I look for a source of light but none can be found. I look down to reveal that once bruised head is now perfectly intact. There are no cuts on me; all of my scars are gone. With the path lying ahead, a ripple began to emerge to the left of me. It was the same blue swirling color. The leaves began to move towards it. This portal was different however; I could see something in it. There were people, my family. I saw them smiling now. I knew I was now faced with a choice, go back to my family and live on old life or take the road, a road anything can wait at the end, good or bad. This choice should be obvious to me and require no thought, but for some reason it was not. My life hasn’t been that great but I still love my family, so I know what I should and will do. I begin running, on this black road of nothingness hoping and needed to find the thing that even I do not know what I am looking for.
I can see my breath now, in my very own house. The cold has now erupted all over now. It is hard to sit still with the beating cold on chilling my back. I am all alone here, with only my aggravating thoughts bouncing back and forth in my head. The lights begin to flicker and there is a loud fuming popping noise in the basement. All the lights and electronics shut off in a loud “whoosh”. As I rush over the house trying to figure out the cause for this sudden turn of events, I remember the sound in the basement. I fiddle the lock to the door nervously and ramble down the stairs. The circuit box is open, the wind I think to myself. I struggle to find light in this dimly light room, only thing I can do is hit the switches blindly and hope that I can intrigue a surgical rejuvenation. I being to flick the switches back and forth listening attentively to electronic appliances. My finger tips slide across a large hard button, without losing the buttons position, or without pressing it I place my fingers carefully over it. My senses tell my not to hit it, but the tingling sensation that has now transpired, forces me to press it. My fingers slowly press down onto this large button, a blue light ruptures from the darkness and I am send into a whirling spin backwards. I hit my head on the steel furnace and my vision begins to blur. In seconds, I am asleep lying alone and without heat in the dark basement.
I wake in what seems like hours. My skin on my hands is shriveled and my muscles are tense. As I breathe, my chilling breath impales the air around me sending my stomach into a trauma. I begin hyperventilating, to shocked with the frigid temperature to process the fact that I am suffering from relapse. I begin to struggle to my feet, fighting my visionary impairment from the icicles that have formed on my eyebrows. With a brush from my hand, I peel the icicles off and begin to walk towards the basement stairs. I use the boxes and bins as landmarks to navigate myself. As I reach the stairs, I began to walk up, and with each creaking step I find myself closer. With a gasping breath, I emerge from the wintery ice land that is my basement unto a new obstacle. With little light from the moonlight, I am able to make what is an icicle that has formed all over the living room’s furniture. As I struggle for my brain to process enough thoughts to get out of this, I see a dimmering blue light that is reflecting off the walls. “Could there be electricity in the upstairs?” I say to myself. I walk towards the stairs to the top level of my house; the ice that has formed on the hardwood floor makes it hard to manage a progression. Once I reach the bottom of my steps, I use the railing, but soon notice that that to has been concealed in ice. I slowly begin my ascent to the upstairs floor, and with slow and conceal movements I am able to make a climb. As I reach the top of the steps, the once minuscule light has now magnified itself into a radiant beam. The light my bouncing off the ways and elucidating the floors. “It is only in my sister’s room that this light is coming from”, I say to myself. I grasp the handle of the door and it rips right off due to the effects of the cold. The door creaks open suddenly. I peak into the doorway looking for the source of this light. The light is located in the right corner of the room to far behind the door for me to see. This leaves me with one option, to open the door. I slowly push the door open, and I look into the source of the light.
As I gaze into the source. The coldness of my muscles is subsided as all my thoughts and emotions are glaring at this source. I cannot make out what it is or how it seems to be generating the supply of energy it needs to stay lit. It is a swirling blue circle that is levitated off the ground
2 feet in the air, around it is pulsing ripples that seem to be shredding holes in the air. The cold from my body is slowly dwindling and I am being consumed with a spontaneous heat. The vortex is creating pulses through the rivets in the floor and creating immense heat, there is already water on the floor from the melted snow. I turn around to open the door, but door will not budge, the waves of heat seem to be pushing the door, almost intentially preventing my escape. Sweat has begun to drip down my face and neck onto my back dampening my once frozen clothes. As my body regains to its normal temperature and state, I find that I can move without the strain of the cold again. The light on the vortex suddenly intensifies its brightness. With a blinding white light it begins to create pull. This pull begins to cause the small appliances in my sister’s room to move and begin to wobble down closer to the vortex. The sudden thought comes to my attention that the vortex is attempting to consume everything with its deviant pull. I look around for something of great density to hold on to. I grab onto the steel pole that is holding up the bed and I stare at the vortex as it has now started to take in small particles like the pictures on the walls and the toys on the floor. There is another white blinding light and the force of the pull has noticeably intensified by a considerable amount. Now the chairs and the tables have begun to budge closer and closer to the corner of the room that holds the vortex. The bed however, remains in its initial place in the room. With another blinding light, the result is the same once again the pull has been enhanced. The bed is now being budged and the tiles on the floor have begun to rattle. The vortex’s radiant light has now taken in all the small things in the room and is now inching the larger massed items closer. The pull is still not enough to move the bed an effective amount. I am just waiting helplessly for one more of the vortex’s energy eruptions. For the longest time I stand frigid and still looking and waiting to get consumed into the vortex. At any moment the vortex’s light aura with emit a blinding light and devour the whole room up. But the vortex remains, still pulsing and swirling like a human heart. I look down at the floor and notice that there is nothing on it, even the water molecules that were once ice have been consumed by this force. I hear a charge in the corner, and I slowly look up. With a blinding light the vortex’s magnification is intensified…
As I get up I see that I am on a hard marble-like road. The road is very shiny and not an inch of dust or dirt is on the road. It looks like nothing has been on this road in a very long time. As I gaze down at the road, I can see my reflection. “What is this?” I say to myself. I see my home; there are police cars and ambulances all around it being swarmed by news helicopters. The room where the portal had been, my sister’s room, had been completely eradicated for the rest of the house. I see my mother, father, and my sister all hugging each other crying and sobbing in horror and disbelief. Then, the picture suddenly zooms out and fades away. My attention is now focused on the road again; it stretches as far as my eye can see both forward and backwards. On the side of the road are white dead plants and leaves, it is all flat; there is nothing that inhabits these fields and no trees. I look up; there is a black sky with marvelous balls of color in it. Along with these balls are swirling stars that are shooting by, they are flying a marvelous speeds faster than that of a jet. The balls of color look like stars but they are too big to be stars. Never, have I seen a star other than white. Although it is dark out, my surrounding is lit like a summer day. I look for a source of light but none can be found. I look down to reveal that once bruised head is now perfectly intact. There are no cuts on me; all of my scars are gone. With the path lying ahead, a ripple began to emerge to the left of me. It was the same blue swirling color. The leaves began to move towards it. This portal was different however; I could see something in it. There were people, my family. I saw them smiling now. I knew I was now faced with a choice, go back to my family and live on old life or take the road, a road anything can wait at the end, good or bad. This choice should be obvious to me and require no thought, but for some reason it was not. My life hasn’t been that great but I still love my family, so I know what I should and will do. I begin running, on this black road of nothingness hoping and needed to find the thing that even I do not know what I am looking for.