Revelation

The gloomy moon rose above the dull sky, as Michael Scearry lay there, in the streets of suburbia, stoned. The strong sounds of the trees swaying in the rushing wind was a difference from the scene that was set and created an eerie atmosphere to the night. Michael had awoken from his slumber, unable to glance at even the light illuminating off the surface of the moon due to his constricted pupils. His mouth, dry and his nostrils, raw from the heavy amounts of heroin he inhaled the night prior.

Michael rose in a daze, unsteadily, though eventually regained his composure. The stench that would grow from his breath would petrify even the sturdiest of mankind and surrender them into oblivion. Michael hurried to a nearby bush, as he assumed the worst, when he stumbled over a boulder, albeit felt no pain, simply tranquil. A sea of memories flooded his mind.

Michael’s childhood concluded abruptly with the passing of his gravely ill mother. He aged dramatically with his father’s upbringing. His father commenced his drug addiction immediately after his wife’s death, to help numb the pain, sorrow and to forget the memories they shared together. As a child, Michael stumbled across a tablet, mistaking it for a tempting piece of candy. Carelessly he threw the ecstasy tablet into his guiltless mouth, his body travelled to an unknown world, not realising he was suffering a tremor in the process. Michael returned, back to reality, wishing his life had ended, as he had nothing to live for.

He returned home to his father. The riverbed of scars crossed his cheeks. For a male of a mere 45 years of age, what his appearance depicted was a man who was at the peak of life expectancy. Foolishness could be seen through his persona. His father startled him, as he commented, “out taking the drugs again son. You’d make your mother proud.”
“Shut up! And your life has been fantastic,” Michael remarked ironically.
“You only care for yourself.” Michael’s father laughed.
“I’ve never told you this, but you and your mother looked so much alike and I just noticed that you’ve certainly inherited her lip.” This angered Michael to an extent like no other. He could feel his blood boiling, the pace of his heart beat quickening.

“Don’t you ever utter my mother’s name under your breath!” His father stood up and eyed him.
“All you are is an accident.”
“Dad, you’ve ruined my life. You’re the reason for mum’s death.” Michael left through the door.

With no money, no food and much hatred, Michael stepped out, as the wind slapped his face. The earth was a snowstorm and he was a mere snowflake in it. To predict his future was as simple as climbing the Himalayas.

Michael arrived at a hostel, where he was clothed and received some much needed food and shelter. A glance around the hostel he noticed the drunkards, the drug abusers and the scum of the public. They were the forgotten members of society. The hostel offered a chance for these people to regain control of their lives and succeed.

Michael had an epiphany the day he moved into the hostel. He did not want his life going down the drain, alongside his parents’. He learnt that taking drugs was not the way to go. He made up his mind and decided that visiting his father would be what was expected.

He arrived at his father’s home and knocked on the door for what felt like hours. He became desperate and charged through the door. He searched the house through and through, then noticed his father spread out on the floor. The sight of his father brought a thunderous, piercing scream out of Michael. “Dad! Dad!” He turned his Father and Michael performed CPR, though there was no response. Automatically he called an ambulance, realising that death had come and slaughtered his father.

Matthew Scearry joined his beloved wife that night and left his only son, alone to fend for himself. His heart attack was triggered by drugs, thus bringing the end to his wasted life.

The moment Michael saw his father lay lifeless on the ground, it sparked a change in him. He began realising his mistakes and through help from various psychological institutions, he overcame the odds and quit taking drugs. He could truly say that his mother would be proud. During the ordeal, Michael realised life was like a puzzle, eventually all the pieces would be placed together.