Dirk faced the fact that he would have to again focus his attention to the grey area. With a heavy sigh he began to take the grey back into his mind, and his soul. Dirk became frantic as he began to search wildly for colour, some source of life, but his desperate search became negative. Tears formed in his blue eyes and steadily made their descent down his pale, now reddened cheeks, leaving a salty trail of misery. As gravity took over the tears fell from his face to the ground, making a silent rebound off the bitten floor. Dirk 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 Dirk'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 him smile and reach out to touch the lines. He reached out, hoping that the lines were not manifestations of his imagination. Realising that the lines were real objects that could be touched made Dirk's heart jump. He ran his fingers across them, ignoring the rough cold feel of the road underneath; such imperfections meant nothing to him at that moment. He was alive again, feeling, touching, and believing.
It was at that moment when Dirk 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 suffered the effect of earth tremors, it was a speck of grey amongst the bright yellow lines. Dirk blinked his eyes, wishing that it were his over worked mind producing mirages in front of him. It was not. Once he opened his eyes from the quick blink more and more specks of grey started to appear. It as that type of effect a flash does to your vision after staring down the lens when a picture is taken. Grey fragments rained down on the yellow lines in their masses. Unable to focus on the grey any longer, his eyes malfunctioned, Dirk 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. Dirk felt like screaming when he saw that the lines curved into all encompassing blackness.
Unable to look at the horrid sight any more Dirk 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. Dirk caught himself in mid sigh when he realised that the light was a hoax, a way to tease people into believing that happiness existed. Dirk saw that beyond the glorious 'white beacon' was nothing but another all encompassing darkness. His conscience had taken on the dissolution of a lost soul. Dirk began to struggle. Attempting to thrust his arms in the air Dirk 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. What had happened? Only blackness.
Dirk wanted to run from it all, and, for a moment he felt content that the darkness had not won yet. He was a fighter for what he believed in, a fragment of speech was recalled from his younger days, something his father once said. “Dirk do not give up in life’s small obstacles, stick it out and do it”. It angered him; his teeth locked together as his frost bitten cheeks passed along the floor. Now, though, he began to realise that the discoveries he had made about this world tonight had taken a physical toll on his body. His fight would have meant nothing at all if he gave in. Dirk realised that it did not matter if he won or lost. The darkness had overcome the light forever. For Dirk it did not matter if he stood up to the darkness. It meant nothing. With that he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to win.
He forced his eyes open, unwilling to believe that everything meant nothing. Dirk turned his head in a forward manner slowly; his face actually felt the warmth before his eyes saw it. Out of the darkness, he saw two beams of white light, the most beautiful white he had ever seen in his entire life. He smiled, and he thought for a brief second that he had actually laughed, was actually still laughing. He was laughing before he began to realise that those two beams were coming directly towards him out of the blackness. He had recently seen a film “close encounters” he mumbled under his bludgeoned lip. It strangely affected him. His conscience told him to awake but his body remotely stayed still waiting for them to arrive at him. They were cloaking him in their glow and he forced his entire body to turn towards the oncoming lights so it, like his face, could bask in the warmth.
His arms, greedily wanting warmth, reached out in front of him, hoping that somehow, they could feel the radiance before the rest of his body could. The lights were close now, so close that the white was actually beginning to blind him. It was an awakening moment, when the curtains remain unopened and sharply revive your sight. He fought off the urge to close his eyes so as the blackness faded away into the white his final thought was about the beauty of it all before the blackness completely faded away and engulfed him in its beauty. He was content, happy and for the first time in the incident relaxed, a white light passed though him.
The man driving the car leaped out, not really comprehending what he had just done. He looked at the disfigured, broke, cold body, the puddle of blood forming around the bitten man. The driver wasn't quite sure and at this point, he really didn't want to examine the body, but he thought the dead man before him was actually smiling. Dirk looked content, his eyes fixated on the lights, a cut, deep from the back of his ear to his lip ran blood onto the ground.
The driver's head swung frantically, searching for some sort of help, but he found none. Momentous emotions shook the person. He was uncomfortable, tight bodied. All he saw was blackness. Distressed, he looked for some sign of life, and his eyes focused on the lone street lamp, the lamp that offered a small sign of hope. A cold sweat covered his face seeping though his clothes. His blood stained shoes traipsed along the black ground. He began to race towards that light, hoping that there was more behind that light instead of the overwhelming blackness that surrounded it. Immersed within nothingness, entrapped, scared, unaware.
Darkness shrouded him, nowhere to go
