Misery Loves Company
Hello, my name is Jonathan. Before reading I would like to recommend that you read my profile summary before reading any of my submissions. I believe that by getting to know me, you will feel more in touch with my submissions.
I had a dream that I was being questioned. I can’t remember the questions asked, or the answers I gave. All I remember was that I was being held in a dark room, suspended by my wrists by a rope tied to…something.
I fucked up, and I was dropped.
I fell for what seemed like 20 minutes before I blacked out.
When I came to, I was wading in a pool of liquid. Too dark to make out what it was, I assumed…I hoped it was water. I don’t know how I came to this conclusion, but I assumed I was in hell. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that no matter how hard I cried out, I produced no sound. No one came to my aid; and the crazy thing is, somehow I knew I wasn’t the only one suffering exactly the same fate.
There were people all around me. I couldn’t see them but I knew they were there. I couldn’t hear them but I heard their begging. I couldn’t feel them despite them being so close. The liquid didn’t make it any easier. It had no current, just the occasional splash that resulted in ripples I would feel press against my naked body.
I resolved to follow the sounds of the splashing. As a stroke of luck the sounds seemed to be fairly linear, moving in one direction as I pursued them while getting further away the more I approached them. Eventually I saw light penetrating from above, not far enough for me to see my surroundings, but enough to notice that I was under some kind of structure.
Once I reached the area that wasn’t covered by the structure, people began emerging from the liquid and falling from the sky just as I had. It was everyone I had ever known. The liquid began to drain and developed a violent current that began to pull everyone pass me. I finally found some comfort in this God forsaken place and the people I loved and cared about were all being taken away again until I finally managed to latch on to someone.
It was Felicia. I didn't know why she was here. I knew she didn't belong here. But I didn't care. I wasn't alone anymore.
The last of the liquid was gone, and I began to fall again, only this time, I wasn’t alone.
I couldn't help but think, if this was hell, then hell isn't that bad.
Maybe as this cycle continued I could latch on to more of my loved ones. I didn't care if they belonged here or not.
Because, after all, misery loves company.
Credited to Souldapop
Originally uploaded on December 19, 2012
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