【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(16)
"Home." I say.
Chapter 4
The rain is still heavy, heavier than before. My hair is thrown wildly about, dancing in my face as I frustrated try to brush it aside. Trudging through droves of mud and wet grass, mingling with my socks and shoes makes the bones in my legs feel weak, tender, as if to snap any second. But I can still feel, something. Something telling me to keep going. I look behind me, there's no one chasing me or trying to stop me. I pause, for a second, and look up. I see Mt. Ebott looming overhead, as the grassy bank in front of me starts to lean upwards and ascend towards the clouds middling at its peak. I swallow, throwing whatever disgusting taste this place had left on my tongue, before pressing on. Thrusting my feet into the mud, I go on, trudging, up the grassy banks, through the trees, past the rocky outcrops I had seen only from so far away before. The slopes get more and more steep as I keep going, so much so I feel the need to thrust my knife into the bank to pull myself along.
I notice a heavy incline in the hill, reaching near ninety degrees, and above, a rocky plateau juts from the top. Swallowing my pride, I feel determination flowing through my body. I jam the knife into the mud, thrust my hands into the soil, and start pulling myself up. Twigs and roots from fallen trees extend from the bank to give me a way up, to help me. My feet rest on wooden extensions of the hill, my nails digging, oh so painfully, into the wall-like grassy mountain before me. I look up. The rock is still a long way away. The mud is flowing down my clothes as the rain clots my hair into a thick, soggy mat. Looking up at the rock, I start to feel something behind me. It sounds like my father. Get back here, Chara, he says. Get down and get back to work, Chara. I stare at the rock. My nails ache from climbing before. Some higher pitched voices find me, circling me. They roar in tandem with my father's voice, loud, louder, yet louder still, CHARA, GIVE UP, CHARA, GIVE UP-
Chapter 4
The rain is still heavy, heavier than before. My hair is thrown wildly about, dancing in my face as I frustrated try to brush it aside. Trudging through droves of mud and wet grass, mingling with my socks and shoes makes the bones in my legs feel weak, tender, as if to snap any second. But I can still feel, something. Something telling me to keep going. I look behind me, there's no one chasing me or trying to stop me. I pause, for a second, and look up. I see Mt. Ebott looming overhead, as the grassy bank in front of me starts to lean upwards and ascend towards the clouds middling at its peak. I swallow, throwing whatever disgusting taste this place had left on my tongue, before pressing on. Thrusting my feet into the mud, I go on, trudging, up the grassy banks, through the trees, past the rocky outcrops I had seen only from so far away before. The slopes get more and more steep as I keep going, so much so I feel the need to thrust my knife into the bank to pull myself along.
I notice a heavy incline in the hill, reaching near ninety degrees, and above, a rocky plateau juts from the top. Swallowing my pride, I feel determination flowing through my body. I jam the knife into the mud, thrust my hands into the soil, and start pulling myself up. Twigs and roots from fallen trees extend from the bank to give me a way up, to help me. My feet rest on wooden extensions of the hill, my nails digging, oh so painfully, into the wall-like grassy mountain before me. I look up. The rock is still a long way away. The mud is flowing down my clothes as the rain clots my hair into a thick, soggy mat. Looking up at the rock, I start to feel something behind me. It sounds like my father. Get back here, Chara, he says. Get down and get back to work, Chara. I stare at the rock. My nails ache from climbing before. Some higher pitched voices find me, circling me. They roar in tandem with my father's voice, loud, louder, yet louder still, CHARA, GIVE UP, CHARA, GIVE UP-
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