Systems Of Valor - Chapter 1 Life

Sam was sad, there was just no other way to describe him, and is life so accurately with just that one word. I looked up at the two clad in white lab coats and my mother, who had a stricken expression firmly pressed upon her face.

At first, I thought I failed, but when I tried to get up, I couldn’t. Not only that, looking around with my eyes I realized no one was moving.

Looking up I saw a steady white glow from the ceiling, it almost seemed like a wormhole but surrounded by a flurry of colors, ranging from gold to a navy blue as well as a little blue. Every time I looked at it, it felt like it was sucking me closer.

My greatest shock, however, is when it spoke.

“Hello Sam”

Four Hours Ago

Looking at the time, I slowly started to bring the bottle out of under his pillow.

“Sam!”

‘Shit!’

I quickly pulled my hand out of underneath my pillow and sat up into a sitting position.

As I did so my door burst forward on its hinges with a loud boom and my dad drunkenly stumbled into the room.

“Yes, dad.”

I tried to bring the most casual looking expression to my face, but because of the intrusion, I was unprepared. My father was not always like this, but time, grief and failed job interviews have caused him to fall into a profoundly frustrated state to the point where the unfairness of the world has gotten to him and turned him into a rotten man.

“Saaam! Did yo-yoou get into my bathroom? I…. to-ld yo..u to sstay out of there!”

“But it’s the only one I-rjxudkk…”

My dad pushed me down and started beating me. Punch after punch, and every time I tried to plead with him, he interrupted me with a firm punch to the jaw. Just as he was going to swing again, someone grabbed his wrist and yanked him off me. That ended up being my mother, she had not given up on him as I had, but she tried to keep us together.

“Dan, your drunk, go to your room!”

“But Sarah the brat….”

“No ‘buts,’ get out!”

Even though my father broke down, my mom still pushes on and has a good job, but there is just no helping that man. She turned to me, put on a sad like apologetic smile as if she was asking forgiveness for her rowdy child.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I really am. Your father needs time.”

“Trust me, mom, ditch him and let’s live on our own. He has been like that for two years mom, and he’s getting worse, I don’t know how many surprise beatings I can take anymore .” My mother only smiled sadly at me and left the room. I didn’t want my mom to suffer from the man after I died though, so I decided to mention it.

Not to mention the ones at school. I have no friends, no relationships or even sympathy from others. I’m also not even that bad looking it’s just my family placed me in an upper echelon school that is attended by a lot of rich kids, and nobody likes the poor kid on the block for some reason. They want me to have a good future and be able to get a good job. However, by doing this my mother forks out a lot of the money, she makes to pay for my tuition. As such it’s put a lot of stress on my mother, I hate the way she hides it from me.

But tonight I was going to end it all; I was finally going to die.

I pulled the bottle out, opened it grabbed a handful of pills and swallowed it with a cup of water. Checking to make sure none was left I swiftly finished the rest, now I thought, we wait.

Describing the next hour and last hour of my life can only be known as the most painful hour of my life, the first ten minutes were fine, but as time went on, I felt a slight pain in the upper right of my chest, increasing with intensity with each passing minute.

The pain got so great that I collapsed onto the ground, with the impact came a great wave of nausea, causing me to vomit everywhere. Instead of helping with the pain like I thought it would, the pain just intensified. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I started screaming bloody murder. In the background, I heard muffled shouts of alarm and rushed footsteps.

I couldn’t care less right now. The pain was just too intense, blackness started flooding my vision, and I finally collapsed and breathed my last.

/:/:/:/:/- Present

“Hello Sam” the disembodied voice came from seemingly nowhere, but strangely I knew where it came from though.

“Have I died?”

“Yes, Sam.”

Can I finally go to heaven and rest in peace?” It then spoke almost sadly this time.

“No Sam.”

“But why?….”

“Because Sam, you killed yourself, you abandoned your mother and father and my plans for you.”

I frowned, “Am I going to Hell?”

“That’s for the Devil to decide.” There was a pause for a moment as it took time to emphasize its last words. “You have been judged.”

Before I could protest my vision went skywards as I fell through the ground, floor by floor, eventually I hit the ground floor which after that the world went black.

After a few minutes, my vision came back to my me, but all I saw was a vast expanse of black earth leading to a bridge extended over a void of nothingness. At the end of the bridge was a giant five-story double door.

Another two minutes passed, and I was down at the end of the bridge. In front of me was a large group of people waiting in a line to go through the doors.

“So this is hell huh?”

My words seem to catch the attention of someone in front of me; he turned to me with an amused expression. “What so funny?”

“This isn’t hell, it the gate too hell, You idiot.”