My Biggest Fear

By: R. Whitmore-81, CCB Contributor

Dark woods surrounding me, the cold wind hitting my face as I run. Why am I running? I need to go; he’s gaining. He wants me. I don’t know why, but he does. 

Come on, boy, he said with a snarl to his voice.

But I keep going. I see a cabin. I ran to it, going in and slamming the door. As I go deeper into the cabin, there’s a foul smell to it, like something died. As I walked to the back, I saw something hanging. As I get closer, the smell is getting worse. Once I was close enough to see that it was a body, not just anybody, it was mine. My body, my same exact eyes, my same exact tattoos, everything, this is my body. As I back up in fear, I bump into something as I slowly turn around to see what I bumped into. It was him, the thing I feared, that I wanted to get away from. 

Death himself.

Once I was close enough to see that it was a body, not just anybody, it was mine.

He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I actually got a good look at him. He looked like a kid, like maybe 16 or 17 years old. Sorry, he says, we fall into a pit of darkness. once, hitting what felt like a floor. I look around. Warm sunlight hitting my face, soft grass surrounding my body. I see my wife. I run into her arms. The love of my life is back to me.

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