The End Essay Research Paper The cool

The End Essay, Research Paper

The cool October wind brushed the autumn leaves, making a sharp sound in his ear. It

was a simple wind that blew one second and left the next. It was a beautiful sight,

Michael thought to himself . It was such a great feeling to see his house getting closer

as he crossed the road. Michael was getting excited at the prospect of placing his key

in his front door and the comforting crunch of the key turning in the lock as the heavy

door opened. So comfortable with the notion he had just created for himself Michael

allowed his neck muscles to completely relax and his head slumped towards the

ground. His eyes closed tightly, unwilling to see his head crash into the street, praying

that the pain would not last long, if at all. His eyes were jerked open by the fact that his

chin had just slammed into the ground and he laughed quietly to himself, realizing that

he would not be allowed to die that easily. He would have to make more of an effort

than just allowing his neck muscles to relax. Michael focused on the street and actually

began to admire it. Taking in the splendor of the footpath, it?s the simple things in life

that you notice. “Funny,” he thought to himself. “People drive up and down this street

every day and do not even understand what they are driving on.” Michael did not quite

understand what the meaning of the colour was, he glanced back at the grey street

again. This time it looked like there were more speckled fragments of black than

white.The blackness of the street was of varying degrees, but it was still black. The

blackness had come from various sources such as oil stains and small rocks, but its

presence, as well as the lack of other colours began to confuse Michael. He shook his

head and raised his fluttering hands to his forehead, in order to banish these insane

confusing thoughts from his mind, but sadly his efforts failed. Michael faced the fact

that he would have to again focus his attention to the grey. With a heavy sigh he began

to take the grey back into his mind, and his soul. Michael became frantic as he began to

search wildly for a source of colour, some source of life, but his desperate search came

up negative. Tears formed in his green eyes and steadily made their descent down his

pale cheeks, leaving a salty trail of misery. As gravity took over the tears fell from his

face to the ground, making a silent ‘plop’ on the street. Michael felt disturbed as he saw

the dark tarmac swallow up his tear, leaving only a small round black mark as a sign of

its existence. Unable to watch the sight anymore he turned his head to the right, in

hope of some light relief. For a brief moment Michael’s small hopes lifted, triumphantly

painted on the black tarmac where two, seemingly unending, strong yellow lines. This

sign of light on the bleak scene made Michael smile and reach out to touch the lines.

He reached out, hoping that the lines were not manifestations of his imagination.

Realizing that the lines were real objects that could be touched made Michael’s heart

jumped. He ran his fingers across them, ignoring the rough feel of the road underneath;

such imperfections meant nothing to him at that moment. It was at that moment when

Michael saw the one thing that robbed of his smile, the one thing that made all his high

hopes come crashing down, it was nothing gigantic, yet it was earth shuddering, it was

a speck of grey amongst the bright yellow lines. Michael blinked his eyes, wishing that

it was his over worked mind playing horrible tricks on him. It was not. Once he opened

his eyes from the quick blink more and more specks of grey started to appear. Grey

fragments rained down on the yellow lines in their masses. Unable to focus on the gray

any longer, Michael raised his head, forcing the muscles he had relaxed only minutes

ago, to work again. He let his eyes follow the horribly imperfect yellow lines to their

destination. Michael felt like screaming when he saw that the lines curved into all

encompassing blackness.Unable to look at the horrid sight any more Michael forced

himself to look behind him. For a moment his hopes rose when he saw a lone

streetlight, shining a welcoming light into the world. Michael caught himself in mid

sigh when he realized that the light was a hoax, a way to tease people into believing

that happiness existed. Michael saw that beyond the glorious ‘white beacon’ was

nothing but another all encompassing darkness. Attempting to thrust his arms in the air

Michael felt like screaming again. He hoped to thrust his head in the air, but was

interrupted by the hope of finding something worth living for. Up above, the clouds

had engulfed the sky. The blackness had hidden the moon, his home, his family, his

friends and the stars. Only blackness. Michael wanted to run from it all, and, for a

moment he felt content that the darkness had not won yet. Now, though, he began to

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