Regret
Posted by TylerNewsome 11 years, 4 months ago to Books
This is a short story that I have not yet edited. I was seeking some opinions because I think it has potential to be a great 500 word story.
“Sacrifice what you are now for what you will become.” The quote that once hurt like needles was now indescribably worse for the old man as it echoed though his mind. He laid in the darkness of the room, involuntarily listening to the words over and over, wishing they would stop. If he weren't so old and physically unable he would have been tossing and turning, attempting to fight the attack on his mind. He only wanted peace, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to forget about all the mistakes of his wasteful past-he wanted to start over.
If only he could do it all again he wouldn't be in this plight at the young age of 64. He wanted grandchildren. He wished for a mulligan of his career. He desired any sort of happiness, even if it were for just a split second. He longed for love. He craved successful achievement. He requested to begin life again.
To whom would he make this request? He had not a wife, nor children. His father and mother passed away without him ever showing appreciation for the sacrifices they made for their son, and instead he showed them anger and disappointment that his every wish wasn't granted by them. What friends did he have to beg of a second chance? He chased them all off while blaming them for the reason his career never rocketed off. With no woman to whom he shared vows with, he began to wish he hadn't viewed women as nothing more than sexual satisfactions.
The old man began to cry not only in sadness, but more in pain. It pained him to think that everything was his fault-his career, his relationships, his desires, his achievements, his failures. For 64 years the old man wanted to be the greatest. He wouldn't settle for any other field of talent. His entire life he felt as if he were the greatest, but had no accomplishments to prove it-because he was the only one that would think this. He thought he were the best friend a person could have because he was so “dope”. He thought he was the best lover in the world because he pleased so many woman in the bedroom. He thought he that he were the best music creator in the history of music because he found his lyrics so “tight”.
Still laying in agonizing pain stemming from his mind and his heart, his breathing became more difficult. Although his heart felt as if it were going to explode, the mentality of his life was yet more painful. He wished he hadn't celebrated his perceived success with drugs, sex, and alcohol. If only he could go back in time and change not one thing, but everything, he would make it better. He would sacrifice what he was for what he could become. He would be successful, married, knowledgeable, and productive. He would not have just died from a heart attack with no success to show of life.
“Sacrifice what you are now for what you will become.” The quote that once hurt like needles was now indescribably worse for the old man as it echoed though his mind. He laid in the darkness of the room, involuntarily listening to the words over and over, wishing they would stop. If he weren't so old and physically unable he would have been tossing and turning, attempting to fight the attack on his mind. He only wanted peace, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to forget about all the mistakes of his wasteful past-he wanted to start over.
If only he could do it all again he wouldn't be in this plight at the young age of 64. He wanted grandchildren. He wished for a mulligan of his career. He desired any sort of happiness, even if it were for just a split second. He longed for love. He craved successful achievement. He requested to begin life again.
To whom would he make this request? He had not a wife, nor children. His father and mother passed away without him ever showing appreciation for the sacrifices they made for their son, and instead he showed them anger and disappointment that his every wish wasn't granted by them. What friends did he have to beg of a second chance? He chased them all off while blaming them for the reason his career never rocketed off. With no woman to whom he shared vows with, he began to wish he hadn't viewed women as nothing more than sexual satisfactions.
The old man began to cry not only in sadness, but more in pain. It pained him to think that everything was his fault-his career, his relationships, his desires, his achievements, his failures. For 64 years the old man wanted to be the greatest. He wouldn't settle for any other field of talent. His entire life he felt as if he were the greatest, but had no accomplishments to prove it-because he was the only one that would think this. He thought he were the best friend a person could have because he was so “dope”. He thought he was the best lover in the world because he pleased so many woman in the bedroom. He thought he that he were the best music creator in the history of music because he found his lyrics so “tight”.
Still laying in agonizing pain stemming from his mind and his heart, his breathing became more difficult. Although his heart felt as if it were going to explode, the mentality of his life was yet more painful. He wished he hadn't celebrated his perceived success with drugs, sex, and alcohol. If only he could go back in time and change not one thing, but everything, he would make it better. He would sacrifice what he was for what he could become. He would be successful, married, knowledgeable, and productive. He would not have just died from a heart attack with no success to show of life.
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