Dymas Nyx ; D4; Fin
Nov 10, 2017 21:28:49 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 10, 2017 21:28:49 GMT -5
 Sunset marked the last day of my life at just seventeen years old. Before the clock struck twelve in my home, I had lived the most miraculous life. It was filled with love, friends, amazing adventures and stupid mistakes. The most remarkable would have to be the lights that I witnessed as the sun went down behind the oceans' view. It was simply amazing how the colors swirled around, mixing with the magenta hues of pink and the Navajo shades of orange. The darkness that lingered only minutes behind that remarkable sunset that would inevitably swallow up the sky and take everyone prisoner for the rest of the night. I didn't know that it would take my life away for the last time either. Seventeen years of my life was spent on the beach, either chasing girls or swimming. I was spoiled in riches full of laughter and smiles were abundant all around me. There was only one defining moment in my life that occurred, but I'll get to that later. I want to tell you about my parents. My mothers are the most amazing human beings there are in the world. Cynthia and Thea have done everything possible to make sure that I have everything I need in this world. My biological father is not in the picture, as he was basically used to summon the great Dymas that is me. It wasn't planned, exactly, but it was exactly what my biological mother, Cynthia, needed. I shaped her entire life after he was nothing more than a one night stand for her and somehow before she even knew that I had been created, my second mother stepped up to the plate and hit a home run. Thea is the complete badass of the family and instructs me to do just as she sees fit to make sure that I am not a complete waste of space on this great world of Panem. A steady work ethic rules my life and I utilize it every morning the second I open my eyes. Thea pushes me to do my best in everything that I do. She's taught me to be strong and never to back down from a challenge no matter how small, while Cynthia teaches me how to be nurturing and kind to anyone and anything. A real duo they are and they've made such a 'strapping' young man, as they would describe me to be. I do resemble my mother to a tee. The blonde hair and gentle smile being my best qualities also makes me the spitting image of her. The full cheeks that crease every time I find pleasure in the littlest things to the absence of worry lines on my forehead. The only difference is the genders, but I see none when it comes to our family. We are united as a family for a reason and they always allowed me to express myself the way I wanted to. I do stick to the normal attire of the male gender, but I find nothing wrong with a flare of color or feminine quality. I care immensely when it comes to first impressions even though most would call me a complete dumbass behind my back. Wreckless and stupid are the most common verbs to describe me although I don't give those comments the time of day. I am happiest when I am allowed to just be me and to evoke laughter among my peers. Which reminds me, the darkest moment of my life but also the most enlightening would be two incidents that shaped me into who I am today. As a child, it was almost required to have swimming lessons at an early age. While, I had been in the water since birth, my mom still shoved me into the stupid classes to make sure I knew what I was doing. I was six and thought I knew everything. Only, one of the other students that had been with us disappeared suddenly, and my nurturing side came out immediately. My heart displaced itself from within me when he finally turned up. Another student found him. He was dragged to the shore and the teacher had attempted to save his life. My child like attention was gripped with fear as I watched the woman pound on his chest, willing him to come back to life because I couldn't see his chest moving. There was no one to shield our eyes from the horrendous ordeal and while some of the swim mates were crying, I consoled a fellow fearful child, hiding his eyes while mine were glued. I cringed with each push she did against his chest. I felt the air drag out of my lungs when she breathed into his. I moved my lips whenever she talked to him to help her. My heart broke as she called out to her 'son' I later found out. After she was able to bring back air into his lung, she coddled him. I felt entirely relieved but also I took notice of the boy who had ever so slowly fell under without warning. I wasn't sure why I had not noticed him before, but that moment stuck with me for the rest of my life. Days later, I made it a point to make sure he was alright and begged for his friendship with a homemade card, haphazardly over glued with seashells spelling out the word "friend?" As immature and young as I was, I never would have guessed that as the years went by, my fondness for him grew in ways that I couldn't explain. I started to find that I was only complete when he was around. No one else seemed to fill that void in my life like Angel. He knew everything about me and I tried to know everything about him and his life. There are times when my subconscious will still reel back to the day when he went under the water and no one knew until it was almost too late. I never would have guessed that fast forwarding a good amount of years, we'd still be the dynamic duo. The most defining moment in my life, that I mentioned earlier, was the day that I knew what yearning was. No matter how much death wanted to drown my soul forever and leave my body floating forever in time, I knew that someone needed me more and that the boyhood crush was gone. It had escalated. My stupidity lead me to believe that life was meant to be lived to the fullest and without fear. I was adventurous and wasn't one to take heed to much at all. Often times 'showoff' was courtly used to define my lack of social cowardice. I leaped headfirst for him in more ways then one, but the depth of my love was over exceeded by the height of return that came from him. My hands dipped forward first for the dive. I felt he rush of water hit my hair, washing it backward. My body descended into the water quickly... Too quickly - My arms bent as it dug into the shallow end. My head connecting to something hard. Darkness surrounded my mind in the moment of stupor, clouding my judgement as the directions for life were reversed. The shallow ocean bottom rocked me to sleep ever so gently against the sandy bed and I felt embraced by the cool water taking away the pain almost immediately. -Thump-thump-thump- A burst of light drew me back into the world of the living, over and over as the air diminished from within my body. My arms hurt. My back was on fire. The salt water stung the back of my throat even though I didn't seem to have swallowed any? -Thump-thump- I didn't recognize any sounds other than the slowing heartbeat in my own ears. It was like being tossed into an empty room stuffed with cotton. I had no energy to move so I allowed the ocean to decide where to spit me out. I was going to let it carry me into it's embrace without a fight. -Thump- And death took me. I was taken into the arms of death himself, wrapped up in blankets of black sheets and frozen in time. I smiled to the shadow of death. It lured me into his direction with the wave of a hand and as I walked the path of no return the shadow of the creature halted ever so suddenly. A transparent glass stood between me and the eternity I wanted to see. The dimples in my cheek faded and returned with concern. My index finger touched the sheen border between life and death. "Go back." A forceful jerk threw me in reverse. Fire burned my lungs and I regurgitated the salt water. It exited my lungs in heaps and in literal terms, an Angel had been the first thing I saw when I reemerged into Panem still living. I longed to have him hold me in his arms like I remembered his mother had done for him. Instead of his arms, his lips found mine. It all happened so fast. When he ran off leaving me laying on the beach to suffer my Mother's wrath when I got home. I stumbled home that day, not from the mishap, but drunk from his lips. He started a fire and left it alone. Days later, I continued to try to reach him, but apparently, I had screwed up for the last time around him. It was a heartbreak that I wasn't ready for and I found myself on the dock on the third day, contemplating the end that he made me regret not getting to take by fate. I couldn't live without him and yet he was forcing me to endure life without my best friend, my crush - my Angel. Death had to have it's victim though. It always had to have its victims and since Death himself couldn't take me, he took two in my spot. A way to show his true power; a horrible circumstance that I couldn't stop. The grim reaper got back at Angel by making two of his own into his name's sake. Angel's parents. My shoulder became his again, and my reason to live returned. It didn't change my stuntman behavior, but it changed my entirely to feel that emotional pull that he needed. I felt complete once again but tragedy was the weight he had to bear. I, on the other hand, helped him bear that burden every moment that we were together. The most defining moments in my life caused pain and suffering but from those moments come more of a reason to enjoy life and fear nothing. Taking chances is what life is about. That's what made my seventeen years on Panem worth it. I don't regret a single moment that made me who I was. Being seventeen was an amazing experience but I don't know what to expect now. Today, is special though. Here's to my eighteenth year! Cheers! |
