Nathan, Voices & Death

I guess I was a bit motivated today. It is much needed.


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Life seemed too good; things were finally going in Nathan's favor. All of his efforts, struggles and determination were bearing fruit; a lot of fruit.

While he was filled with feeling undeserving, there was a hint of excitement as Nathan's new situation was unfolding. Having spent several years working his way up from a peon field worker to running the business office, Nathan had more free time than ever before, as well as money.

While this new life was empowering, liberating Nathan was unsettled by his success more than anything. This new freedom, new lifestyle reopened the possibility for a few dreams and goals that had fallen to the wayside over the years. Yet, while Nathan was only in his mid thirties, he had the sense that Death lurked nearby, permitting but a few more fleeting moments, teasing him. Perhaps it was just his pessimistic natures, but it was something other.

This mindset was nothing new; Nathan battled with almost a complete lack of faith in himself his whole life. He constantly held conversations with himself in the confines of his mind. He had often felt what he believed to be the entity called Nathan was not the only entity in his mind. There were stronger, and weaker, entities that participated in these conversations and in a mentally unhealthy manner, Nathan considered them his closest friends, and worst enemies.

Several of voices were comforting, pleasurable, even needed; but a couple of them were like a tyrant mother-in-law, beratting him at almost every turn. And sometimes, Nathan was more of an observer than a participant as the voices carried on, sometimes from consciousness into unconsciousness.

Nathan sat in his new office in his new chair at his new desk. His self-doubt was worse than normal as he stared out his window watching the morning sun slowly creep over the sleeping town. It was at this moment a new voice presented itself.

"You won't suffer much longer, Nathan," it said.

A calm, strong voice which seemed to quiet the other voices. The silence in Nathan's head caused a silght dizziness, but it was the new voice that caused his tachycardia and massive bladder pressure.

Nathan waited for the voice to speak again; any voice. Not only was this new silence disorienting, it was extremely unsettling.

Am I dead?

"Death... is relative," the Voice said.




End Fiction.



I am thinking this one must be continued! This may get combined with my 07-03-2010 entry as they are along the same train of thought.


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