This was the greatest moment of their life. Standing before
them was their lover of six years. Today was the day they would finally
encapsulate their love in sacred matrimony. After exchanging vows, they closed
their eyes and prepared a kiss that would officially proclaim their love to all
their friends and family. The moment was intense, their heart was beating intensely
and there was the sudden sound of white noise in their ears. They felt a sudden
chill and opened their eyes.
It was all washed out. Everything was washed out, blurry and
frozen in time. Their lover was still there but completely smeared like a badly
painted portrait. They could not make out any of the features of their lover. When
they tried to reach out and touch them there was an unusual sense of avoidance –
like their hand was an opposing magnet that repelled the blurry image of their
lover away from them. They began to panic and tried to embrace their lover,
only to see their washed-out appearance drift away and dissolve. They screamed
as confusion and fear began to fill their mind as they saw their one and only
vanish right before their eyes. As tears began to fill their eyes, they turned
their attention towards the congregation, hoping to find some resolution to
this bizarre and inexplicable event.
There was no-one there. The entire building was empty. Everyone, their friends and family, gone. The chairs, the tables, the benches, everything was missing. The stained-glass windows high above were now colorless and featureless. Only the slightest amount of light escaped through these windows and the entire room – once lively and bursting with color and the chatter of happy people – was a dim, washed out gray. They ran towards the doors in an attempt to escape this living nightmare, but every door they found was bound and barricaded by cold-iron bars that resisted every attempt to move them. As their panic reached its peak, they tried to kick, punch and force their way through each door, bruising themselves as they wailed in fear and pain. There was nothing they could do. They were alone and trapped in this surreal hell, alone. With all hope lost, they laid upon the floor and wept. The only thought that lingered in their mind was “why?” They could not comprehend why this was happening to them nor why at such a precious moment in their life. Then, finding nothing else they could do, they became desperate.
They sulked over their fate and began to bargain with,
plead, and pray to every deity they could name. They asked forgiveness for any
wrong they could remember doing to anyone throughout their life. They begged
for mercy, shouting out as loud as they could that they would become a better
person to everyone if they could just have another chance outside of this surreal
hell. Days went by with them constantly pleading for an escape out of this
slowly darkening room. They noticed the sun never sets, yet, the light that
came through the stained-glass windows was beginning to recede. The room that
was once known as a sacred site for people to commune their purest love was now
becoming a tomb. When the pleading did not work, they resorted to curse out and
deny all of these so-called deities. There was nothing out there, no one was listening.
If there was some higher power out there, it listened and responded with only
an uncaring and cold silence. The days felt like weeks and they slowly began to
find themselves wasting away, their muscles weakening and their stomach howling
in agony for any sustenance. Just as they were about to lay down and finally
give in to hopelessness, they heard something, a sound that did not emanate
from their sore throat.
It was muffled, but they could hear voices just beyond the barricaded
doors. A newfound strength filled their weak body as they scrambled to their
feet and ran over towards the door. They immediately pressed their ear to the
door and heard what sounded like people talking.
It sounded like a woman’s name. They began to pound their hands upon the door. They tried what ever they could to get the attention of the person just beyond the door. Their efforts were returned with more muffled speaking and nothing else. “Fuck you! I know you can hear me! Open the fucking door!” They screamed out at the person on the other end. They concluded that someone must have drugged then kidnapped them. Their thoughts began to scramble with the image of face upon face, trying to find who would be capable of doing this and why. They weep as they realized whoever was beyond the door was most likely ignoring their pleas and curses. They slumped against the door they began to feel the stress of the moment begin to take its toll on their already weakened body. At the very least, the muffled voices would accompany them in their final moments as they withered away… in their hospital bed.