Motels make me want to cry

A woman and three children sat at the dinner table. There were teo boys one girl. They all seemed to be about toddler age.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's awake!" Said a little boy.

My face fell. It only took a bit of guesswork to realise the situation I was in

~I need to get out of here.~

I jumped from the chair. I seemed to be in quite an opulent western style mansion with chandeliers and flowery wallpaper.

Across from me and behind the woman who sat at the head of the table was a stairwell.

I set my sights upon it.

"AH!" With a mighty bound I long jumped across the dinner table and too the stairs. With two more leaps I was at the top of the stairs.

I didn't seem to have lost any strength that my body possessed.

At the top of these stairs was a hallway. Filled with doors I opened the nearest door to me and dove through I then spun around and body slammed the door closed.

*click*

Then with a flick of my fingers I snapped the door closed.

~What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!~

There was an old Greek fable that I read once. I never remembered the specifics. But I knew this. Once long ago there was a very attractive man and a goddess who was in love with that man. She would visit him every night in devotion to that love.

But he was mortal. Loving someone who will be no more than a corpse in the blink of an immortals eye can be pretty difficult. And that's how it was for the goddesses. The pain was so great that even though it was selfish…..

She did the only thing she could.

She froze him in a catatonic state. Never dying yet never living also. In my opinion she never loved him. It was just a conquest. No one would willingly harm the ones they love.

"She called me honey. Might as well have called me Endymion. Fuck!"

Tears fell from my eyes. This would be the fourth time I had ever cried in my life.

We had children.

Back in the world I once lived in, I was a bachelor. No significant other of any kind. No kids. Hardship is all I knew. It was what shaped me. The only lesson I could ever impart onto a child is how to grow from pain. The only advice I could give in life is to seek pain to become something.

I could NEVER be a father.

*Thump, Thump*

"Honey are you okay in there?" Asked the concerned voice of a woman.

I didn't respond. She didn't say another word either. There was a window in the room I was weeping in. And based upon what I saw outside that it was currently deep into the night. I had to assume she had left.

"Haaaaaaaaa." I pulled my head out from in between my knees.

"Ha. Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

What the fuck! I know it's to be expected if I've been comatose for years. but still! Ew! I was wearing a diaper. Like a little baby or an old man.

To think that in still manage to shit myself in my fifties! How pathetic!

I grinned.

"Well that put me in a good mood."

I decided to take a look around the room.

On the walls was a prethola of family portraits. With me always slumped to the side. The moon goddesses would put her arm around my waist. It was impressive that she managed to hold me up.

Let me tell you she really did look like a moon goddess. Deathly pale skin. Jet black hair. Blue grey eyes. And like most goddesses she wasn't ugly.

"Wonder why she chose to date a comatose man like me?"

It baffled me.

~It was probably that loan shark that rendered me unconscious.~

I thought as I looked out at the night sky. It was a full moon tonight.

Not knowing what else to do. I walked to the bed in the center of the room and laid on it. I quickly fell asleep.

Guess having a coma is tiring

....

I woke up to sunlight burning my eyes.

"Yeaaaaaaaah! What a wonderful morning!" I jumped out of bed dashed towards the door.

I kicked it open.

*thump*

"Ow!"

Cradling her bruised skull on the other side of that door was the moon goddesses.

I pulled my foot back, my eyes burning with intensity.

*thunk*

I landed a kick full force into her stomach.

"Ahhhh!"

"Good morning rapest!" I screamed

I stood there above her grinning as she hacked and coughed.

~I wonder why she was outside my door. She was probably waiting to put me back into a coma.~

She held up a hand

"Wait *hack* I know your angry. *hack* but please don't cuss around the kids. *hack* or hit me. Domestic abuse is not okay."

"So is diddling my dangle without approval okay!" I responded.

She looked at me with a smug grin.

"You didn't say it wasn't domestic abuse. So does that mean where together then. Wink."

She said wink then blinked both her eyes at once. Who the fuck does that.

"Nope. No way in hell." I dashed past her. Jumped down the stairs. And body slammed through a window.

I stood upon green grass dotted with broken glass. I was in a massive field. running through this field were two children kicking a ball.

My children.

"Haaaaaaaaaaa."

~the only way to undo this would be to kill the kids. I can't do that.~

"What else can I do then."

A memory flickered through my mind

...…..

I found her body in an abandoned motel we were staying at.

I sat on a chair, my hand around my mouth and tears in my eyes. Above me gently swaying was a corpse. Tied around it's throat was a criminal rope. And in my hands was the criminal's absolute indictment.

"Dear Greg. I regret to inform you that I am dead. I know that makes you sad. But I couldn't take it anymore. The constant evil. The constant pain. It was too much. I know you might be hopeless when I'm dead. Which is why I leave you a responsibility. Wrap your hand around the world and bend it to your will! Make a world where no one has to suffer that cruelty. I know that's inhumane to ask of a person. But I'm dead. What do I care?"

"Okay. I'll do it.

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"Okay. I know what I have to do."