Post by assaiki on Mar 1, 2008 15:10:45 GMT -6
Name: The Assaiki
Age: 18.95 years
gender: male
High up in an oak tree far older than himself, a young boy rested, nestled between two branches. His dark brown hair flowed freely in the breeze while his blue eyes stared vacantly into the sky. This was the place he would go to when he wanted to be alone, a private sanctuary of nature and tranquility. The temperature was dropping as grey storm clouds were fast approaching, but Marco didn’t care in the slightest bit.
His mind was off in another place, wandering to the first time he met Sarah. Sarah was real pretty and sweet but most importantly she was kind. She had been the first person to ever show him kindness and this first that he truly ever cared about. When his parents showed no care for his well being, and nobody else would even consider calling him their friend, she was there.
As Marco thought back, a tear of anguish ran down his cheek. He began to speak softly to himself.
“Before I met her I had nothing and no one. But now she is gone.” When the
The winds started to pick up. The leaves rattled in the breeze and branches began to sway. The young boy tightened his grip on the branch. The rough and harsh bark of the mighty oak tree scrapped his back as he repositioned himself.
But not even the sting of minor scrapes could knock Marco out of the hypnotic trance of his memories. She had always been very weak from the first time Marco met Sarah, but despite her illness she would always try her hardest to hide it. He looked back to the time when she had lost her breath while they were walking to school. It had been a warm spring day, and the birds were out singing. When he asked her what was wrong she just looked up to him with a big smile on her face.
“Her smile… it was the most beautiful thing you could witness on this earth, and now… I will never see it… ever again.” Tears rushed uncontrollably from his blue eyes. He let out a wailing mournful cry. He just couldn’t hold it back anymore, this great emotion of sorrow and loss. Her unfortunate death had left a deep void in his heart, one that refused to ever heal.
Suddenly a chill ran across his entire body. The sensation was enough to snap his mind back to reality. It was raining now and he was getting wet. The cold crept through his clothes and stung his skin. The wind began to howl like a savage beast through the tree tops. The mighty oak that Marco was in began to sway, as if bowing down to an even more powerful force. The world all around him was erupting to life, as if an even greater presence was demanding its respect. Branches began brushing against each other, as if the ancient oak was trying to tell the boy that it was time to go.
But the grief stricken boy refused to climb down. A firestorm of rage and anger was brewing deep down in his soul. He shouted into the wind. “Is this all supposed to be part of your big plan? Is it? Answer me!” The wind howled back at him with enough force to push Marco back against the trunk of the tree. Marco shouted even louder, to overcome the wind. “She was angel sent down from above. You sent her to me… I had nothing before I met her… You’re the one who sent her to me.”
Marco’s body began to shiver from the cold. Each new rain drop that hit him felt like a bee sting. His hands were starting to get numb from the cold. His grip on the branch was slowly starting to loosen.
“Why did you take her away? I had nothing before and now I have nothing again. She was the world to me and the only one who ever cared. Nobody else cared about me… not even you.”
The sound of thunder crackled in the background. But it did not deter the boy. He no longer cared for his own safety or life, he wanted answers. He inhaled deeply as much as he could, and then shouted at the top of his lungs for the entire world to hear. “GIVE HER BACK TO ME!”
Lightening struck a maple tree not too far away, the brilliant flash filled his eyes and the booming thunder echoed throughout his ears. The shock to his senses caused his numb hand to loosen its grips on the branch and Marco began to tumble. He tried to regain his footing but his feet slipped across the soaking wet branches. His numb hands couldn’t quite sense when he had a grip despite the roughness of the bark. He began to tumble and fall. Before he hit the ground, Marco closed his eyes and let darkness consume his world.
Age: 18.95 years
gender: male
High up in an oak tree far older than himself, a young boy rested, nestled between two branches. His dark brown hair flowed freely in the breeze while his blue eyes stared vacantly into the sky. This was the place he would go to when he wanted to be alone, a private sanctuary of nature and tranquility. The temperature was dropping as grey storm clouds were fast approaching, but Marco didn’t care in the slightest bit.
His mind was off in another place, wandering to the first time he met Sarah. Sarah was real pretty and sweet but most importantly she was kind. She had been the first person to ever show him kindness and this first that he truly ever cared about. When his parents showed no care for his well being, and nobody else would even consider calling him their friend, she was there.
As Marco thought back, a tear of anguish ran down his cheek. He began to speak softly to himself.
“Before I met her I had nothing and no one. But now she is gone.” When the
The winds started to pick up. The leaves rattled in the breeze and branches began to sway. The young boy tightened his grip on the branch. The rough and harsh bark of the mighty oak tree scrapped his back as he repositioned himself.
But not even the sting of minor scrapes could knock Marco out of the hypnotic trance of his memories. She had always been very weak from the first time Marco met Sarah, but despite her illness she would always try her hardest to hide it. He looked back to the time when she had lost her breath while they were walking to school. It had been a warm spring day, and the birds were out singing. When he asked her what was wrong she just looked up to him with a big smile on her face.
“Her smile… it was the most beautiful thing you could witness on this earth, and now… I will never see it… ever again.” Tears rushed uncontrollably from his blue eyes. He let out a wailing mournful cry. He just couldn’t hold it back anymore, this great emotion of sorrow and loss. Her unfortunate death had left a deep void in his heart, one that refused to ever heal.
Suddenly a chill ran across his entire body. The sensation was enough to snap his mind back to reality. It was raining now and he was getting wet. The cold crept through his clothes and stung his skin. The wind began to howl like a savage beast through the tree tops. The mighty oak that Marco was in began to sway, as if bowing down to an even more powerful force. The world all around him was erupting to life, as if an even greater presence was demanding its respect. Branches began brushing against each other, as if the ancient oak was trying to tell the boy that it was time to go.
But the grief stricken boy refused to climb down. A firestorm of rage and anger was brewing deep down in his soul. He shouted into the wind. “Is this all supposed to be part of your big plan? Is it? Answer me!” The wind howled back at him with enough force to push Marco back against the trunk of the tree. Marco shouted even louder, to overcome the wind. “She was angel sent down from above. You sent her to me… I had nothing before I met her… You’re the one who sent her to me.”
Marco’s body began to shiver from the cold. Each new rain drop that hit him felt like a bee sting. His hands were starting to get numb from the cold. His grip on the branch was slowly starting to loosen.
“Why did you take her away? I had nothing before and now I have nothing again. She was the world to me and the only one who ever cared. Nobody else cared about me… not even you.”
The sound of thunder crackled in the background. But it did not deter the boy. He no longer cared for his own safety or life, he wanted answers. He inhaled deeply as much as he could, and then shouted at the top of his lungs for the entire world to hear. “GIVE HER BACK TO ME!”
Lightening struck a maple tree not too far away, the brilliant flash filled his eyes and the booming thunder echoed throughout his ears. The shock to his senses caused his numb hand to loosen its grips on the branch and Marco began to tumble. He tried to regain his footing but his feet slipped across the soaking wet branches. His numb hands couldn’t quite sense when he had a grip despite the roughness of the bark. He began to tumble and fall. Before he hit the ground, Marco closed his eyes and let darkness consume his world.