The Noose: Chapter 5, The End
Here is the last chapter of the story about Erik. I'm sad to be saying goodbye to him, the moral to the story is quite clear. I'll be polite and mention that there are theories on death, that are not what I believe but they are what happens in my story. I loved writing this story and am looking forward to my next story. I'd love to have your help by commenting on this chapter about what you think of the story overall.
Chapter Five: The end
Running through the hard rain I ended up in my favorite place in the world, the river near my house, Astrid River, they called it that when a girl named Astrid killed herself there, everyone recons its haunted but I don't, that's why I hang out here, cos nobody else goes there.
I looked at the rope tied above the river, tied in the perfect knot. A noose, above the water, the same noose Astrid used to kill herself, many times I considered just holding that noose in my hands, it is the only thing that exists that reminds me of my sister, yes Astrid Crass, my twin sister. She killed herself 2 years ago, stress from a breakup destroyed her and she did all she ever knew to do, she gave up, ran away, that's something we have in common, running from our problems.
When Astrid killed herself everyone got rid of everything that reminded them of her, completely wiped any memory of her from existence.
I hadn't been able to cope; she had always understood me, better than Kiara, better than anyone.
I grabbed the stick from against the tree and leaned over the water to pull the noose over to me when I noticed the writing, there was writing on the noose, it said "Erik, never do what I'm about to, you will never be a bad person, trust yourself and remember ill watch over you from heaven, Love Astrid".
I realized I didn't want this so I let the noose swing back away from me, the ground then seemed really slippery, I felt myself fall, my whole life flashed before my eyes, I didn't know what to do, o grabbed at the noose, begging it to hold me up, to stop me from falling to my death in the torrential river below me.
The last sound I ever hear was a *snap* the sound of my death.
The sound of the branch holding the rope up breaking, I grasped the noose to my chest, thinking Astrid, I'm talking you wherever I go.
Death is not specifically how anyone has ever described it as being, you don't go to heaven, you don't follow the light, there is no angels, just the one second of thought you get, then your whole life replays in your head, every second of it, you're probably there for years just watching it, you don't get tired, you can't hear or see anything, it's all thoughts.
Death is nothing to joke about, it's the most pleasant experience of your life while being the most traumatic.
Once you watch your whole life you can do what you want, you can disappear forever and die off spiritually, you can be reincarnated, you can go to heaven, I chose to write a story, my story, and here I am, showing what I can be, more than just the pathetic little gay boy Erik.
There is no hell, that is just a horrible myth, everyone is treated equally when they die, whether they were a criminal or a nun, everyone was human, at one stage.
A question before you finish this story for good, is it fair to put people down for being different?
If you aren't judged when you die, why do you judge, what if you were me, what if you lived my life, you would still be human.
Well there is my life story.
Thanks.
Running through the hard rain I ended up in my favorite place in the world, the river near my house, Astrid River, they called it that when a girl named Astrid killed herself there, everyone recons its haunted but I don't, that's why I hang out here, cos nobody else goes there.
I looked at the rope tied above the river, tied in the perfect knot. A noose, above the water, the same noose Astrid used to kill herself, many times I considered just holding that noose in my hands, it is the only thing that exists that reminds me of my sister, yes Astrid Crass, my twin sister. She killed herself 2 years ago, stress from a breakup destroyed her and she did all she ever knew to do, she gave up, ran away, that's something we have in common, running from our problems.
When Astrid killed herself everyone got rid of everything that reminded them of her, completely wiped any memory of her from existence.
I hadn't been able to cope; she had always understood me, better than Kiara, better than anyone.
I grabbed the stick from against the tree and leaned over the water to pull the noose over to me when I noticed the writing, there was writing on the noose, it said "Erik, never do what I'm about to, you will never be a bad person, trust yourself and remember ill watch over you from heaven, Love Astrid".
I realized I didn't want this so I let the noose swing back away from me, the ground then seemed really slippery, I felt myself fall, my whole life flashed before my eyes, I didn't know what to do, o grabbed at the noose, begging it to hold me up, to stop me from falling to my death in the torrential river below me.
The last sound I ever hear was a *snap* the sound of my death.
The sound of the branch holding the rope up breaking, I grasped the noose to my chest, thinking Astrid, I'm talking you wherever I go.
Death is not specifically how anyone has ever described it as being, you don't go to heaven, you don't follow the light, there is no angels, just the one second of thought you get, then your whole life replays in your head, every second of it, you're probably there for years just watching it, you don't get tired, you can't hear or see anything, it's all thoughts.
Death is nothing to joke about, it's the most pleasant experience of your life while being the most traumatic.
Once you watch your whole life you can do what you want, you can disappear forever and die off spiritually, you can be reincarnated, you can go to heaven, I chose to write a story, my story, and here I am, showing what I can be, more than just the pathetic little gay boy Erik.
There is no hell, that is just a horrible myth, everyone is treated equally when they die, whether they were a criminal or a nun, everyone was human, at one stage.
A question before you finish this story for good, is it fair to put people down for being different?
If you aren't judged when you die, why do you judge, what if you were me, what if you lived my life, you would still be human.
Well there is my life story.
Thanks.
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