The Occurrence

He fell down. A dark abyss pulling him towards the unknown. Yelling, screaming he begged for help but who could listen or answer his echoes, in that well of death, but himself? The deeper he went the darker it got. He was falling on his back for he could see the light diminishing in front of him. Nothing was visible but a hollow space craving for his soul, as he turned his head to see where was he falling. In vain went his thoughts, in vain went his desires and in vain went his memories. Mother, would he ever be able to meet her again? Or April, his eternal love. Would he ever be able to kiss her again? What it mattered after all? Just 21 and working like a dog whole day. The bright future he had always wondered and desired about when he sat at his working table in his cabin....was it of worth to him now? Similar thoughts were rushing through his head when he suddenly noticed that now he had been completely devoured by the darkness. Now he could only see 'nothing'. He just had gotten aware of the prevalence of the blackout when something harder like a rock hit him in the back rotating him to his front. A loud shriek and immense pain took him. He clinched his eyes shut, cried and cried. The pain was unbearable when another one banged him on his chest and flipped him again. Another shriek. He couldn't feel his heart now. He couldn't feel the numbness even, but realized that his ribs and spine are no more in their earlier state. He realized now he was not to live again. There was no way out. In the midst of the pain and suffering he also realized that there was no air hissing in his ears, nor any catching his nose. There was no air now. He was being sucked in a vacuum. Deeper and deeper. He toiled hard to catch a breath but no, he couldn't. Suffocation led him towards hopelessness. He gasped and gasped. His lungs yearned for air....
 Such weak things we are. We try harder to exceed our earnings, we yearn for wealth, dignity and prosperity forgetting our final destination; death - the ultimate end. Could his earnings, savings, dreams save him now? No. Desperate he just....fell. He gave his hope away and suddenly hit the floor harder and......woke up in his bed. In the middle of the night bewildered,panting hardly catching his breath, his forehead drenched with sweat and his eyes wide open as if he has seen some one dead coming to life again. Indeed it was him who came to life now, after such a dreadful dream. Heaving in relief he put his hand on his forehead. It was blazing. "Just a dream. Just a...dream.", he said, exhaling a loud puff. Relaxed now, his throbbing heart gaining normal pace, he was about to get up to fetch himself a drop of water then he suddenly stopped. Traumatized. It was the grieve pain in his chest and spine that stopped him. The dilemma returned, from which he had recovered, as he observed that he couldn't get up. It was wet, he was lying in the pool of his own blood. In the awe of his death he tried to skid off the bed onto the floor and reach for the door as no one was answering his call for help. As he moved to the edge, he fell.......not on the floor, in a dark abyss.