Cellar Door: Words of Beauty, Tales of Terror (Volume Two) by Kirk James Ward

Author:Kirk, James Ward
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: James Ward Kirk Publishing
Published: 2013-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

K. Trap Jones

A Soul’s Lullaby

I have done terrible things to people who did not deserve it. I have watched the life drain from my victims with no remorse and no pity, but still the doctors try to spare my life. They are offering me a second chance to life, of which I did not offer to those who met my knife. Strapped to the table, my muscles convulse, prompting the doctors to keep their distance. The wounds I received from the officers are life threatening to me and drain my energy along with any chance of freedom. I felt the needle puncture my vein and release the sedative to calm me, but I would receive no peace; no tranquility. Unable to stay awake, my vision fled me and followed my mind as I plummeted deep into the pits of insanity.

I tried desperately to grasp anything for leverage as my soul rose above my body. I pleaded with God to grant my return and he heard my prayers as the doctors revived my pulse. My vision was of my own as I stared up into their facial masks. I flat lined again as my soul rode the last breath out through my mouth, trying to grip the heads of the doctor’s. They could not see me; they could not hear my screams of agony. They merely kept working on my body. I tried to keep my corpse within my sight as I elevated up to the ceiling. Fear gripped my thoughts as I watched the walls turn black; forming a horde of reapers. I felt myself crying, but there were no tears. The elongated arms of the reapers slithered through the air like a serpent. Even without flesh, I felt the pain of their bony, clawed fingers tearing my arms. Ripping into me, the reapers took turns trying to grasp the essence of my spine. My mind was destroyed; any rationale that was left was swallowed by their gaping mouths.

“Clear!” I heard from below.

Quickly, my soul reentered my body as my eyes opened, scouring the operation room for the reapers. I was frantic, but the white walls somewhat soothed me, even as I gagged on the tube that was shoved down my throat. I felt a cool wind chilling my open wounds from the gunshots and the clanking sound as the bullets were dropped into the metal bowls. I will never leave my body again; I wanted to stay inside and imagined my soul holding tight to the rib cage for support.

I would not savor the moment long, as I felt my mind slipping. The doctor’s quickened their pace and the sound of my heartbeat was becoming sporadic. I was able to shed a few tears as my soul seeped through the lips once again. I became angry with my body for given up and not fighting to keep my soul within it. The flesh was weak and I showed my disgust by trying kick the stomach as I sifted through the air.

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