museofspeed | Nothing

This is all sketchy and stuff! I like it!

Nothing. All I can see is nothing. No outlines, no shapes, no colors, just pitch black nothing. Nothing is there but memories. Faces, moments, bits of my life. My first kiss, my last love, the time I sat in the rain, laughing, the times I thought I wouldn’t make it through, the things I shouldn’t have known, the things I didn’t know until too late, tastes, sounds, demons from my past, angels from my life. The secrets that needed to get out, that someone needs to here, but it’s too late. My death, the bullet piercing my back, the scream that never reached my lips, the tear stained faces of my friends, my funeral, my life.

A light, now. Burning clean white. Glaring, shattering the darkness into pieces. The ghosts in my mind scatter, leaving nothing. Truly nothing. Except the burning light. Coming closer, closer. There is nothing. Except the burning light, and I can see that the light is what is erasing the world. There were demons, secrets, things to be scared of, but they came with flowers, sunshine, friends, peace tucked into the cracks, where the monsters couldn’t get them.

The light erases them too. And I note with horror that now it is erasing me too. I am becoming nothing. There is nothing. Nothing. Except the burning light. Erasing everything. I shut my eyes, let out a soundless scream, but still the light comes, still I can see it, taking everything, leaving nothing. My hopes, my memories, my future, my past, all taken in by the horrible burning light. No, I beg, let me keep some of it, I want to remember, but the light says nothing. I am nothing.

A head. A body. A boy! The mother says with joy. No, look again. A girl.

Why is she crying? They always cry. It’s nothing.