Just For A Second

Whenever people asked him, why he did it, he always told them the same thing

~To escape~

He was flying, straight up in space. There was no way of stopping him. Everything around him was black. He was searching for the light. That’s what he needed; he needed to find it. Before it was too late.

~Before it was too Late~

In the distance he could see it. He could see the light. It shined and sparkled and for just a second, everything made sense.

~Everything made sense~

It was beautiful.

Yes, this is what he wanted. He was going to leave this vile world and escape. From the time he turned 12 he wanted to do this, he wanted to touch the light, and to leave this place, forever.

~To Leave, Forever~

He knew he had made it. The light was in sight. He reached out his hand to touch it when suddenly he was knocked to the side. He had lost his momentum and now he was just floating. He looked up, he could still see the light. It was right there above his head

No problem, he started swimming in the air. He kicked and he rose a bit. There was no giving up now. He was so close, he could almost taste the light.

~So close~

The light dazzled him; he knew there was no turning back now

~No turning back~

He reached out his hand and tried to touch it again. He missed it, but only by a few inches. If only he was a bit taller, he would have been able to touch it. He wished with all his heart that it would come closer, that The Light would come closer.

Suddenly these black hands griped his shoulders. The light started to become smaller. The hands were pulling him away.

~Pulling him away~

He couldn't give up, he had come so far and he wasn't ever going to go back. He fought the hands, they were gentle hands, like they were trying to protect him from something, but he didn’t care, he had made his decision a long time ago. This is what was meant to happen.

He got away from the hands and started to jump mid air to try and get closer. The light was getting smaller still, and then he realised the hands weren't pulling him back. The light was drifting away

~Drifting away~

He had to get to the light. He had to. He couldn't go back.

~Couldn't go back~

He could feel the tears pouring down his face. He wanted this so bad and just for a second he thought he had it, he thought he had made it, and then those stupid hands ruined everything. He jumped again, and he hardly moved at all this time. The light was moving further and further away. The hands griped my shoulders again.

It was hopeless, he had lost. He couldn't believe it.

It… It… was impossible

He had failed. The one thing he was meant to do and he failed at it. He let the hands keep him back.

~He had failed~

The light was too small to see anymore, and now he was stuck here on this vile, disgusting earth. He was so close, to beauty.

~Vile, disgusting earth~

Then he found himself in a hospital bed. His mom was staring at him and then when she saw that he was awake, she smiled and started to cheer, “Marc’s okay! Marc’s okay,” the rest of the family ran into the hospital room, “Marc’s okay! He’s okay”

~Marc was okay?~

He suddenly felt incense pain in his arms. He stared at his arms and he found that his arms had been cut deeply with a knife. Blood still dripped down his arms

He had done this

Then he realised something.

The hands, It was the hands of his mother. She stopped him from reaching the light. She didn't want to lose him so she pulled him back down to this awful place. She didn't want to be alone so she forced him to stay away from the light. To stay here, on this vile, disgusting earth.

She obviously didn't want him to be happy. She thought she had saved his life, which was false, she had ruined it.

~Ruined it~

The one thing he wanted, was to reach the light and his mother stopped him. How selfish.

She was selfish

They were all selfish

~Selfish~