Reap and you shall sow...

Tears glide down his cheeks as he considers his very short future. Chemotherapy had failed and radiation treatments could never save him now. Thunder explodes and lightning flashes through the window revealing a twisted expression hidden behind week old stubble. The darkness is crawling and he can feel it climbing into his mind.

A knock pulls him back, his eyes aware of the cold sterile hospital walls again.

"Come in." Jackson answers between sobs. But there is no response.

"Hello?" But still, silence.

His attention shifts to the window where a figure appears to be manifesting. The glass rattles and the walls tremble.

"Hello!" Curiosity shifts to fear and the energy fades. A voice cuts through the static, capturing Jackson's soul.

"Good Evening my child. I am pleased you are awake. Shall we begin?"

"Where did you come from? How did you get in!" Jackson explodes into echoes, and somehow he knows these questions will not be answered.

"Do you wish to change your life my child?" the voice swiftly responds.

"What?"

"If you are unable to simply answer the question, I am afraid I must leave." The tall voice snaps.

"Ooo…kkkk..." his tail now firmly tucked between his legs. A realization that time does not exist in this moment enters his psyche and an answer formulates.

"I'm dying, but I don't know that I should change it. I believe in God and believe I'll go to heaven."

Silence.

"Your beliefs mean nothing. Answer the question my child.”

“Yes, I think that I could have done more for this world.” Sadly he admits.

“Thank you.” A crooked smile replaces words. Hope fills Jackson’s heart but his breath shortens. Machine beeps flood the room and his eyes widen. Regret bombards his consciousness and he gently slips away…