How Knowing What Could Happen Does Not Mean You Can Escape

Chapter 1: All These Things Inside His Head

He tried to concentrate on the play before him, but he just couldn’t. Too much was going on inside his head. Those dreams he kept having, they seemed so real. He could see it in front of him as if he was having them again…. He wakes up in bed, awoken by the sounds of people chattering. He gets up, and walks forth into the cold night. What was going on? He comes around the corner, now able to see downstairs. There they were, the room packed with people, standing there and trying their best to see. He walks down, one step at a time, inching closer and closer to finding out the cause of this. He fights through the crowd, brushing into shoulder after shoulder. Finally he sees it. He sees a coffin, sitting there like it owns the place. He looks inside, his curiosity crushing his shyness and fear. He sees it. He gasps as he stares into his own lifeless face.

Chapter 2: How The Surrounded Can Feel The Loneliest

At that moment, he snaps back into the present. Placing his hands upon both sides of his face, he stares down into the dark. He is surrounded by people who have grown to love him. Yet he still feels an incredible burden ahead of him. He felt responsible for every last one who had lost their life. All he wanted to do was to hold together everyone, since he knew that would make them stronger. How could he ever expect to get a good nights sleep ever again? Every time he closes his eyes, he feels them all. He sees their mothers and their wives crying and cursing his name.

Chapter 3: An Abrupt Ending

His eyes focus back toward the play. He was told this was suppose to be humorous. Humor, something he had sorely missed and wished he could find again. Maybe now he would find the time to do so. He would have a little more free time now, with the great clash now over. However, he dreaded the work ahead of him. The healing had to begin, and so did forgiveness. How would he……………

Epilogue: What Someone At The Ford’s Theatre Saw

I turned and saw it, horrified. A pistol, pointed to the back of his head. I yelled for him to look but it was too late. With a puff of smoke and a loud bang, the back of his head exploded and he fell. The one with the gun jumped down, doing everything to get away. I looked at the limp body as tears began to fall from my eyes. The image I will always remember, the image I will never be able to get out of my head, was watching his long black top hat, rolling around on the floor of the balcony….


One Response to “How Knowing What Could Happen Does Not Mean You Can Escape”

  1. An Entry Dedicated to Abraham Lincoln « Forgettheworld’s Weblog Says:

    […] –He had dreams before his death that he was going to die. In one of them he got up out of bed and walked down the stairs and saw his own funeral. One of my short stories is based on this. (WARNING: SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTING) […]

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