The Thoughts and Aspirations of a Dying Mind

Imaginative Extended Piece - Kirby Forbes 11D

The Thoughts and Aspirations of a Dying Mind.

Once upon a time there was a princess. She met a prince and they fell deeply in love. They immediately wed and were set to build a beautiful castle and live happily ever after. But one fateful day the prince ran away and never returned.

Disbelief (dis-bel-eef) n. Refusal or reluctance to believe.

When you’re filled with the feeling of extending hope, which you have to keep stretching night after night, there

comes a time when that hope begins to run dry. It leaves you numb and helpless, confused as to why your blood is all over his hands, and hurting as you watch his painful grip on your heart, holding tightly in the hope that it will rupture. You watch your life eradicate before your eyes.

It’s been three days.

The memory burns into the back of my mind like a photograph glued to the lids of my eyes. I thought you were lying when you said you weren’t coming back. I chase the daylight into the ground, trying to catch it before the day comes to an end. I sit in the dark staring at the door for hours, waiting, watching as the rain runs down the glass, allowing me to escape from the deafening sound of silence. Through the gaps in the running water droplets I can see the empty shell of our home in the distance, the top of the solid steel just in view over the large hill spreading down across the entire yard, the bright green looking uncomfortable in its gloomy surroundings. You cannot abandon what we spent years planning for and creating. A home for the two of us, far different from the cold, rugged mess I sit contained in. I would come home after a long day at the hospital and you would make me sit and listen to your elaborate plans about the house. You wouldn’t leave it, you loved it. And you loved me. Maybe it’s just a test of my sanity, a joke. Just as I feel insanity inviting me inside, you pull me back to reality, my hands wrapped around your ankles so...