The Whispers of the Deep Blue

~Whispers~

Clydon was a peculiar fourteen year old boy. He loved and felt connected to nature, wrote stories about different fantasies he had dreamt about, and always knew there was more to life than what it seemed. He was very intelligent and was always questioning things that no one would ever comprehend. Cavetown was the only artist that he could listen and relate to. He felt as if Cavetown understood him, even though he had no idea he existed. Clydon was no ordinary kid.

One typical school day, Clydon was in seventh period. It was Creative Writing, his favorite! He was typing a passage while listening to Cavetown, when suddenly, he heard a voice over his shoulder. It sounded as if there was an echoing breeze gliding throughout him. He yelled, "Wh-Who was that?!!". "Please, Clydon, class is no place for disruptions.", the teacher said. Clydon just ignored it and went back to the article. There it was, again! Though this time, he listened closely to hear what it said. "Clydon....." , the voice let out with a sigh. Suddenly, he started feeling dizzy. It felt like a million bullets were shooting through his head. Then.... Nothing. He stood out of his chair, having not a single care about what his classmates thought. The mindless boy walked out of class with no emotion.

Down his city he went with the face of a corpse. Of course, he didn't mind everyone's concerned stares. He wasn't himself, afterall. Then, after time, he had made it. Set apart from himself, Clydon followed the spirit into what felt like a glacial environment. Slowly, he moved further and further in. The force was so aggressive, yet subtle. It felt like he was being sucked into a deep and isolated despair. Suddenly, there was a pulling motion. Though, it wasn't just any kind of pulling, Clydon was being pulled downwards. Then, it clicked. Clydon was drowning! It all made sense! Finally, he woke up from what seemed like a spell, but it was too late. Clydon was gone.