sitting in his nowhere land - [cedric vs. dragon/spider]day2

He misses home, oddly enough. Even weirder is the fact that home is nothing but a fortress of his mother’s shadows, or coal mines coughing up hollowed out boys, or a moth-eaten bed that feels too big. But, even hell can make a boy long for darkness and emptiness if it means he won’t have to feel scared.

Cedric Lane burrows himself against the palm of the giant skeleton’s hand, puts on his sunglasses, and tries to sleep.

But, sleep doesn’t come easy to those who fear of never waking from it. In his nightmares, the skeleton hands come to life and drag him underground, drowning him in the dust of the field and in the blood of the two lost girls.

He wakes up in a sweat.

He spends the rest of the night with his head between his knees and his palms intertwined over the back of his head. It isn’t a good night. Silence rings in his ears like a lullaby while the empty, rotting space around him grows darker and darker with each passing minute. If there is a difference between being empty and being lonely, he thinks, then this moment has showed me it.

He misses home.

He misses his mom. He misses the mind-numbing work of the mines. He misses Astrid. He misses Astrid. He misses Astrid.

He sees something crawl towards him from the corner of his eye, picks up his godlike hammer, and prays that he doesn’t miss.