Taking a Stroll And Getting Stuck//Fallow Tensbury [Open]
May 24, 2014 4:59:06 GMT -5
Post by Sarella on May 24, 2014 4:59:06 GMT -5
Maybe Cotton
I grab Peter's hand and he pulls me out of the hole. Taking a few steps, I shake as much dirt as I can out of my hair. Being in the graves didn't bother me anymore, I knew I would be helped out sooner or later once I finished digging. It has been days since I was last beaten, and I was using the strength I had gained to get ahead on work for the inevitable time I couldn't. I wave to Peter, forcing a smile to get him off my back. He turns, and I turn away as well.
I decide to leave the Cemetery, against my dad's orders. The setting was never too gloomy for me, but I needed something different every now and then to keep me from going stir crazy. Fighting open the gate, I leave it open when I walk out. I take to a familiar path, though it wasn't too pleasant this time of year. I watch the ground for signs of quicksand, careful to test the ground before me with a twig. The possibilities excited me, in my hard-to-excite state.
"Help!" I hear. My head shoots up, immediately scanning my surroundings. "Can anybody help?!" the plea is repeated. I begin to walk faster, shoving the stick into the ground before every step. Eventually I see a boy with his leg up to his knee in the mud. I immediately recognize it as quicksand and throw my arms around his chest. Planting my feet firmly on the solid ground I yank at him with all my strength. The muscles in my sides scream with not-yet-healed pain, but I ignore it when he pops out and the force of my pulling sends him flying towards me.
I fall backwards, putting my hands out and shoving him off of me before he can land. I hear him thud on the ground next to me and get up. "You should watch your step," I say, smoothing one side of my crazed hair. I hated letting anyone see me.
I grab Peter's hand and he pulls me out of the hole. Taking a few steps, I shake as much dirt as I can out of my hair. Being in the graves didn't bother me anymore, I knew I would be helped out sooner or later once I finished digging. It has been days since I was last beaten, and I was using the strength I had gained to get ahead on work for the inevitable time I couldn't. I wave to Peter, forcing a smile to get him off my back. He turns, and I turn away as well.
I decide to leave the Cemetery, against my dad's orders. The setting was never too gloomy for me, but I needed something different every now and then to keep me from going stir crazy. Fighting open the gate, I leave it open when I walk out. I take to a familiar path, though it wasn't too pleasant this time of year. I watch the ground for signs of quicksand, careful to test the ground before me with a twig. The possibilities excited me, in my hard-to-excite state.
"Help!" I hear. My head shoots up, immediately scanning my surroundings. "Can anybody help?!" the plea is repeated. I begin to walk faster, shoving the stick into the ground before every step. Eventually I see a boy with his leg up to his knee in the mud. I immediately recognize it as quicksand and throw my arms around his chest. Planting my feet firmly on the solid ground I yank at him with all my strength. The muscles in my sides scream with not-yet-healed pain, but I ignore it when he pops out and the force of my pulling sends him flying towards me.
I fall backwards, putting my hands out and shoving him off of me before he can land. I hear him thud on the ground next to me and get up. "You should watch your step," I say, smoothing one side of my crazed hair. I hated letting anyone see me.