-Reality- Short Story 2 N2

-Reality-

-Short Story 2-

There you are, standing in the middle of the street of your neighborhood and you take a look around. A white mist surrounds you, but does not completely disrupt your vision of what's behind it; it swirls calmly and gives you a sense of uneasiness but tranquility at the same time. Images begin to form on the mist as if it were a projection screen, and you watch with great interest at, what unfolds to be, your life.

All sound around you stops and you just watch with wonder as it goes from when you were born to where you are now, showing all your misdeeds and good deeds. It goes by slowly so that you can capture every moment and witness everything you have, all over again. Your heart becomes filled with both happiness and dread for seeing what you've done to people and what ended up happening to them, to what people have done to you and where you ended up.

The mist that surrounds you becomes as undisturbed water as the images fade for a second, and the next thing you see makes you feel severe sadness and depression, but it makes you calm. The images project what you have been through, the passing of friends surrounds you with their ended lives and your eyes fill with tears as you remember all the good times you had with them that can no longer be repeated. Memories of family members surround you next, you feel warmth and happiness with the memories; you even crack a smile at all the memories you are shown. The holidays spent with them, and the moments you have all been together to enjoy your lives.Sadly though, the memories fade and you are left with nothing; the mist disappears and you look around and you just sit down, taking in what was just shown to you.

The memories prance around in your head, and you cant help but cry knowing that they are all gone. All those memories can never be repeated with your passed family and friends. As you sit down and cry over the past, time around you seems to stop and you bring your head up. You know that you can never see them or hold them again, you are stuck in the present, not the past. The day goes on, and you are left with no more tears to shed. You sit there in the road wondering what to do now. An old man walks up to you and asks if you are okay; you answer yes, but the person sits down next to you and asks you why you're sitting in the middle of the street. The only thing you can manage to say is that, you are reliving old memories. The person tells you something that you have yet to forget.

"Never dwell on the past. Yes it hurts to loose our loved ones, and yes it hurts to remember our misdeeds, but there's nothing you can do. All you can do is continue pushing ahead and trying to make the best of the worst because we know that the world isn't perfect, but we contain the power to make it as close to perfect as possible."