NEVERMORE Chapter Two Darkness engulfed me as I fell. My heavy eyelids fluttered with what little energy I had left. My limbs became numb with a coldness that seeped into my veins. The pain from my ribs increased as the coldness mixed with the burning, broken bones. I could see nothing. The flapping sound from my gray cloak was the only thing that accompanied me. A soft moan escaped my lips as my body turned away from the dreary sky. Loud thunder pounded into my ears the closer I got to it. Sprinkles of water hit my face more and more the further I fell. It wasnt raining before. I slightly opened my tired eyes and stared at the river getting closer to me. Ice-cold water slapped at my face as I went deeper into the fog. I could do nothing. I was going to drown. A salty tear escaped from my eye. Everything that I had done was for nothing, I thought as I watched the patchy white fog slip through my fingers. More tears fell freely as I squeezed my eyes shut. With a soft sigh, I let my body go limp. Ah! I hissed as I jerked up towards the dark sky. Gasping, I opened my eyes and forced my heavy head up. It was the decoy guy! In one hand, he held a rope that led back to the top, and in the other, he had a death-grip on my cloak. I stared at his face in wonder and confusion. He just looked back down at me with a face full of determination. I didnt understand. He was the enemy. My head pounded with questions as my eyelids drooped. Darkness gnawed at me as my limbs numbed again. He became blurry as the world around me started to disappear. Just hold on to me, okay? His voice was like the sweet taste of honey, despite worry licking its way inside of him. How strange for one of them to be worried about me, I thought. As darkness consumed me, I muttered one question to him. Why? I stood there on the edge of the balcony and breath in the cold air. The sky was a light blue, illuminated by the thousands of clouds that seemed close enough to touch from the high and far below everything that I had dreamed of seemed more realistic. With lingering smell of rain mixed with the smell of wet mud, I stood there for a moment under the gloomy clouds. Cold, fresh water was coming down on my hands and as the droplets trickled down my body I stood there frozen, looking at the horizon above me. I had tears in my eyes but I was happy that no one could see it with the water falling on my face. Heavy rain had flooded the streets and it was an unnatural darkness of that afternoon. Lightning and thunder could be hears till long distance. “Life has a funny way of sneaking upon you when you think everything’s okay….” It’s hard to know what to say when life throws a curve ball and you have no choice but to face it head on. Some things, I have learned, make absolutely no sense (at least not in my mind). I suppose if I were more religious, I might be less judgmental of the way things unfold sometimes. Seeing through a mirror is never an easy thing when it came to growing up. It showed me the one thing that I wanted to hide. The truth. The truth in my life an in who I and who I will become. Now though I see my mirror shattered in a million pieces. So what does my mirror hold? What truths will this bring to me like this? Am I broken? Cursed? Unloved? What are these pieces saying to me?
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 02:22:34 +0000
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