Gone

The light was beginning to fade now, and it wouldn’t be long before the world went completely black. The pain was near unbearable, and it was a conscious effort to even breathe.

“Th…” he tried to start the last sentence he would ever say, but a hacking fit took over his body. It lasted a good minute as he spit out blood everywhere. Eventually he was too weak to cough anymore and his eyes rolled backed into his head as his last word passed through his blue lips. “Fake…”

Fake? What was? How was he supposed to figure out? There was no hope that Weston would ever figure out what the dying man meant.

He leaned back against a tree and covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. Everything in his life had led him up to this point, this was suppose to be the defining moment of his life where he figured out everything. But instead of knowledge all he had was a dead body and some bloody clothes.

The word failure sunk into his brain, and he just didnt want to move. He had given up everything for this. And know he didnt even know what 'IT' was! What now? There was no other way, this was his last chance. Tears started welling up in his eyes. It was over. His life ambition, his life dream, gone in the blink of an eye.