My heart sped quickly in my chest. I could feel it trying to escape from horrible pace I was setting. I ran, as quickly as I could. I was not running from anything or anyone nor was I running towards. I just knew I had to run. The large maple trees passed by me in a blur. I heard the sounds of birds coming and passing without a second thought. I jumped cleanly over branches and brushes. I just wanted to run.
I did not know this forest. I had moved here not too long ago but have been ill since I came. I don't want to rest in bed another day; I don't want to take the medicine or stare at my ceiling any longer. I wanted outside, to feel the wind in my hair and to finally see the small town I had moved to. I had met no one, I not even been able to see the town through my window. Now was my chance, I could run and it felt wonderful.
It really did feel wonderful.
But that was it. The forest I ran through broke open and there in the bright light of the early morning, a cliff rose up before me. I was running too quickly to stop and I didn't want to really. I jumped off the cliff.
I could see for miles out before me. The beautiful land spread out before my fingertips and the wind blew angrily through my hair. I loved it. But the celebration of the weightlessness I was feeling ended when I realized I was about to die.
The trees below me burst past my form, encircling me in its freedom. The branches were harsh however and the pain from hitting them coursed through my body. I could see the ground now and just before I hit it, I was pulled upwards, away from the ground. The trees I had fallen past had now disappeared below me. I was confused at first until I heard his voice.
"It's alright. I have you now."
Turning to see the angel of my rescue I was gravely surprised to see it was the young man from the house. A servant of sorts. I had only seen him twice, once when I first arrived and again when they had him undress me because the regular servant had taken ill as well.
I was flushed with embarrassment. And even more so when I realized he wore no shirt and his pants were torn, I assume, from the branches. The large dark violet wings that sprouted effortless from his back were marvelous beyond description and those ended any embarrassment I was feeling.
I did not have too much time to think, feel or contemplate anything any longer. The pain from the fall was rising to the surface once more and I could do nothing else except fall asleep in his arms, hoping for release from the pain.
 Felix B. Hellsings · Tue Jul 04, 2006 @ 10:42am · 0 Comments |
