Heart of My Mountain

Chapter 1: Beginning

Mountaineering.

It wasn't something you were really fond of. You don't understand the hype around moving up on a freezing rock full of dangers that could kill you in less than a second, but hey, they do for the adrenaline.

You never thought about climbing a mountain, hell, it wore you out just to slowly drag yourself up from the warmth and comfort of your own couch to get yourself a drink. But it wasn't that hard. It was harder for you.

Life was a constant torture machine, never ending and stopping. Its engines and gears grind you down, from the second you wake up, and until your head hits the pillow. It finds any and every way to drag you down. Deep below. Farther and farther until you can't see.

You've tried to fight back, holding it in, but it eventually grows like a weed. Draining your life. You lost your motivation, hunger, and will.

You were a living husk.

And so maybe that was why you found yourself in front of your laptop, searching the nearest mountains. You clicked website after website, but most of them are just eye pleasing for the reader. The same cliches that tries with desperation to gain some attractions. You clicked the next one.

It was different from the others. It only had four reviews, all saying something along the lines of "This place was phenomenal, and I mean absolutely magical. I almost can't believe myself of what I've gone through. I really can't explain it, nobody would believe me. You'd have to see for yourself."

You rolled your eyes.

You almost closed it and went to the next one, but you looked at the images.

They were breathtaking. Angling shots from above, bottom, and the sides. The mountain itself was huge, and you could see the different parts each, partially covered with thick green forest and white, blinding snow. What caught your eye was the background. They looked like canes, littered about here and there, and some buildings with their frames bare, showing to the world's eyes.

You researched more about the mountain.

Celeste. That was its name.

You rolled it around your mouth. It sounds familiar but also strange. You looked back at the images again. Maybe it was worth a chance.

And that's where you find yourself a hour and a half away, driving on the highway. Your trunk is packed full with the equipment that you needed for hiking and climbing, though you're sure you won't be using them anytime soon. Your pack is in the backseat, almost bursting with the amount of food and clothes you shoved in. There was a single water bottle on the side, and along with a red sleeping bag.

You knew that only a bottle of water wasn't enough for this trip. Maybe part of you wanted to do that. Right now, you couldn't care less. You can feel your knuckles sore from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

Your brain is a ugly, churning mess of thoughts and fears. Before you know it, your breathing starts to increase.

"Oh god, not now, please." You whispered to yourself. You tried to focus your mind on the road in front of you, but all the way back in your head, a small voice, barely audible, keeps muttering.

You shouldn't do this, you don't know what you're getting yourself into.

You pushed that thought away. You were determined. You were so broken down and weak. Everyone knew that. Your mom, your therapist. Her.

Teeth grinding against each other on that thought, you pressed down on the gas pedal harder.

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A/N: Okay I know I said I was gonna work on my other two stories but I can't keep this idea in my head much longer so-

guys comment if u like i actually wanna know what u guys think about this-