The Dark Room (An Original Very Short Story)

In a dark room on the top floor of the old mansion sits a lonely man. His sad face illuminated only by the glow of his computer screen. Having inherited wealth at an early age, he has always had everything he could ever need or want. Well, at least everything within the material realm. He grew up being taught to guard himself and his fortune from those who might seek to prey upon him. He had traveled around the world countless times. He had homes in several different exotic places. He had access to fine cars ,and even finer women. Anything he wanted he could simply go out and buy without hesitation. Yet here he was, alone in this dark room in front of his computer. Watching the markets and guarding his fortune.

Every time he had an opportunity to let someone in, to get close to another human being, he fled. He recoiled inside himself. It was a reaction to that self preservation mechanism that was ingrained into him from his youth. You see, in his mind he saw everyone as a threat. He saw everyone as someone who wanted his money. His fortune. He once knew a woman who deeply and truly loved him. Loved him for who he was, not for what he had. But he could not let down his wall.

In the back of his mind , she was there only to get close enough to take his wealth. He could not let that happen, so he built the wall higher and fortified it until he had built a prison for himself. One that she, or anybody else could not break into. That safe and secure place where he could hide away unreachable. So he spent his life there. Safe from the world and the people who sought to take what he had.

He spent his life alone, in front of that computer. Growing older every day. Today, as he sat in that dark room, he looked into an even darker vision of himself. Sadness and despair had taken over inside of him. He thought about taking his own life. But his reality crept in. He had already taken his life. He had taken it away one day at a time. He had taken it away one lost opportunity at a time. Every lost opportunity to love, and to be loved. Every lost opportunity to be truly alive inside. Every lost opportunity had taken his soul. Without the soul, the life had been lost long ago. So he continues to sit in a dark room. On the top floor of an old mansion. With the glow of his computer illuminating the hard chiseled lines of sadness and despair that are carved forever on his once hopeful face. The hard chiseled lines that are carved forever on his heart and soul.

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