Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Tuesday, January Fifteenth, 1:05 A.M…
The lady at the bar was nice. She let me stay in the backroom after I told her I was ride-less and had nothing on me. Bless her generous soul, I wished her the best.
I lay on the couch in the worker’s room. The lady was working late tonight. She stayed here. We talked little. I ate nothing. I didn’t want to take from her. My mind was numb. My hands were cold. The only thing I had on me was Grey’s jacket and his number. It was my identity, I guess.
I should’ve grabbed my bag before I ran out. It was my fault. I was being an idiot.
Tomorrow, I need to get on the road. I checked the map hanging on the wall. I had at least a thirty mile straight shot to the border, to the next town up in Nevada, a tiny place called Hopeless. Accurate for my situation, I guess.
My eyes blinked slowly as I adjusted to the dim light. The red numbers on an electric clock blinked ominously as a minute passed. Sighing, I sat there with my eyes glued to the wall.
A band was supposed to pick me up. But where? I had no clue. I can’t call Ricky. He would be discovered. I can’t call the others. They have no clue. Chris would be keeping an eye on them. Grey can’t be pulled into this anymore than he has to.
This time, I had literally no one to go to.
The lady that ran the bar knocked, stepped into the room, handed me a cup of tea with a shy smile, and walked back out. I smiled as she left. Sipping the tea, the hot drink burned my lips. I didn’t cringe. I could barely feel it.
Five hours later….
“Thank you, but I must leave.”
“Have a ride, honey?”
“No, ma’am, but I’ll find one. I should have…friends…coming soon.” I lied easily as I stepped to the door. The lady nodded, wishing me luck, and I left.
The road was long.
It was hot, even in the morning in January.
The silence was killing me.
Every mile took me twenty five minutes to hobble. Every miles made my ankle feel more and more agonizing. My mind was alight in bursting infernos that never ended. The running away had reinjured the wounds. My left wrist was okay. My left ankle was Hell.
Four hours later, it was ten in the morning. Three cars had passed. No one questioned me. I was barely ten miles in. I had another eight hours to go, probably longer at this rate.
I was alone.
I kept on walking. There were no rests. The long road was winding, but it was the shortest distance to Hopeless. I didn’t have another way. I closed my eyes and fell over.
I stayed that way.
Thing is…I knew I wasn’t going to get up again.
Even when the shadow crept across the ditch where I was, even when I barely opened my eyes to see a wheel near my face, even when I knew I was being dragged into a renewal of the ninth ring of Hell, I stayed down.
Let them take my body.
They won’t have my soul.
They won’t have my thoughts, my feelings.
They will have a body, not an Orion. I’m too far gone for them to use me any longer.
I am gone.
I never was.
I am not.
The lady at the bar was nice. She let me stay in the backroom after I told her I was ride-less and had nothing on me. Bless her generous soul, I wished her the best.
I lay on the couch in the worker’s room. The lady was working late tonight. She stayed here. We talked little. I ate nothing. I didn’t want to take from her. My mind was numb. My hands were cold. The only thing I had on me was Grey’s jacket and his number. It was my identity, I guess.
I should’ve grabbed my bag before I ran out. It was my fault. I was being an idiot.
Tomorrow, I need to get on the road. I checked the map hanging on the wall. I had at least a thirty mile straight shot to the border, to the next town up in Nevada, a tiny place called Hopeless. Accurate for my situation, I guess.
My eyes blinked slowly as I adjusted to the dim light. The red numbers on an electric clock blinked ominously as a minute passed. Sighing, I sat there with my eyes glued to the wall.
A band was supposed to pick me up. But where? I had no clue. I can’t call Ricky. He would be discovered. I can’t call the others. They have no clue. Chris would be keeping an eye on them. Grey can’t be pulled into this anymore than he has to.
This time, I had literally no one to go to.
The lady that ran the bar knocked, stepped into the room, handed me a cup of tea with a shy smile, and walked back out. I smiled as she left. Sipping the tea, the hot drink burned my lips. I didn’t cringe. I could barely feel it.
Five hours later….
“Thank you, but I must leave.”
“Have a ride, honey?”
“No, ma’am, but I’ll find one. I should have…friends…coming soon.” I lied easily as I stepped to the door. The lady nodded, wishing me luck, and I left.
The road was long.
It was hot, even in the morning in January.
The silence was killing me.
Every mile took me twenty five minutes to hobble. Every miles made my ankle feel more and more agonizing. My mind was alight in bursting infernos that never ended. The running away had reinjured the wounds. My left wrist was okay. My left ankle was Hell.
Four hours later, it was ten in the morning. Three cars had passed. No one questioned me. I was barely ten miles in. I had another eight hours to go, probably longer at this rate.
I was alone.
I kept on walking. There were no rests. The long road was winding, but it was the shortest distance to Hopeless. I didn’t have another way. I closed my eyes and fell over.
I stayed that way.
Thing is…I knew I wasn’t going to get up again.
Even when the shadow crept across the ditch where I was, even when I barely opened my eyes to see a wheel near my face, even when I knew I was being dragged into a renewal of the ninth ring of Hell, I stayed down.
Let them take my body.
They won’t have my soul.
They won’t have my thoughts, my feelings.
They will have a body, not an Orion. I’m too far gone for them to use me any longer.
I am gone.
I never was.
I am not.
Notes
BIG NEWS PLEASE READ!Hello everyone!
I'm back from the dead. It's been tough to have motivation to keep writing, but look, a new chapter! Enjoy it :)
I've made some decisions as to the fate of my story. It's not going down. *quietly cheers* HOWEVER...
I was planning to write a sequel. That's not going to happen anymore. Since Rage was so abused by other authors, I'm not letting that happen to a sequel. NO SEQUEL. SORRY. THE END IS THE END.
(Go thank the story on the OM&M site called Stolen and the other stories that have copied Rage for this.)
HOWEVER I HAVE SOME SERIOUSLY BIG NEWS!!!!!!!
If you know about Adam Elmakias, you know he is the very awesome traveling band photographer that goes around and takes pictures of bands on these sites and many more. One of my biggest passions (besides writing!) is photography. I've never taken any classes, however, I have been around Colorado (my home state!) taking pictures of different groups and activities. If I may say so myself...i've gotten pretty good :D
One of my biggest dreams was to become a band photographer like Adam. Starting small and working up to bigger labels and bands....that's my biggest dream.
Guess what? It's finally come true.
I sent out an email to a few different record labels. Equal Vision (the old label of PTV) responded...they said if I sent in some of my photos, they would look at them and keep me in mind when their bands come into town!!!!!!!
That means I get to work with bands as their photographer! ASD;LFAJSDLFKJAS;DLFKJA;SD! I'm super excited, guys! This is just a small step to getting where I want to be. It's been a big couple of days for me. I just can't wait!
IF YOU WANT TO SEE SOME OF MY PICTURES, GO TO MY TWITTER, THE OFFICIAL PAGE FOR MY PHOTOGRAPHY: https://twitter.com/rebelphotoshoot
Please go check them out :) I'll try to update them with some of my new stuff!
Hahaha thank you! Sorry I was watching Jane Eyre with my mommy
5/10/15