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Knowing Everything And Doing Nothing
Contributed by: Kristopher Thornton on 2/5/2007

Alone in the cabin, dark and dreary, she sat in her curds and way. "How could this happen? Why must it be me? To take this direction..." The weather was winter, her skin so cold, a warming touch no longer was sent her.

Alone she sat, soggy and wet. Misery she felt, but in sadness she drown. Each day passed, the same as the last. No help, no friendly voice... no guidance - only pain and remorse.

Fourteen days, without a whisper, a familiar shot suddenly sound. Now at attention, her eyes in focus, she sensed something approaching. "Back!" she screamed, the splash resounding as she hit the ground with her knee.

"It's alright now, there is no need to fear me," was a calming voice. A blurred image crept toward her, reaching. Suddenly, she was caught, the warm grasp like fire to her frozen skin.

In a bolt, the image disappeared, hair flying in her face. A crunch was heard, against the stone, her head slamming. Three feet she flew, away from the calming spector.

Anguish filled, hope destroyed, "Please," came the voice. Images flashed, the room roared. Her head spun side-to-side, desprite for an exit. "NO!" she screamed, "NO!" she pleaded. Four times... her plea went unheeded.

Darkness surrounded, her eyelids fell shut. "The end, I see it", and with a final thought she pleaded.

Alone in the cabin, dark and dreary, she lay in her curds and way. Only the cabin was not dark nor dreary.

The light shown down, her body shadowed. His knee, resting beside her. Her skin warm, though faded, had been etched with red and hated. The blade, still clutched, stained and discolored.

Capsules, colored and strewn, lay about her. Darkened liquid, contained, yet labeled, spilled from above. Racked with regret at the specticle he saw, filling with anger, he destroyed the curds and way.

Over and over he thought, his own life now ending Filled with painful regret from knowing everything and doing nothing.

- You don't control drugs, drugs control you. If you know someone who is doing drugs, you can either live with the pain of their death, or you can live with the joy of having saved their life.




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Kristopher Thornton

Englewood , CO

Kristopher Thornton has posted 4 stories and 2 comments since joining on 1/17/2007. Kristopher Thornton 's average story rating is 0.
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