Kellic One-Shots

Hold On Till May

My bare palm ached slightly as I unknowingly gripped tighter and tighter to the rough bark that I was surrounded by. I was afraid of heights, yet here I sit, in this tree I don't remember climbing, feeling the weight of the world crash down on my shoulders with a somewhat shocking force. The sun beamed down on my back and I wondered why I wore a jacket. Then I realized I didn't really care, anyway.

I thought to myself, wondering if anyone even noticed I was gone. Were they searching for me? It feels like I've been up here for hours, days, weeks, and it seems like I can feel my mind disintegrating into sand. In reality, it could've been a few minutes, but all I know is that I'm watching the sky grow darker and darker, the sun dipping into a deep abyss only to return again tomorrow.

What if, when we die, we just fall into our own personal abyss? If we were like the sun, we would appear once more the next day. But, the only thing like the sun is well, the sun. We all have different traits, and the sun is special for coming back to life after falling through the dark.

As I became entangled with my mind thinking all of this, I realized just how much more appealing a personal abyss sounded. An endless wormhole. Falling in silence, nothingness, for eternity or more. It's scary at first, but then you warm up to the idea and you calm down, look around, and realize, hey, this isn't so bad. I would rather be falling through the silence for the endless amounts of time than be here, sitting in this tree and not acting upon it.

Wow, so many metaphors. My mind becomes a metaphorical mess when I'm rethinking my life's utmost decisions.

I looked down and saw about 10 feet of a difference between the dirt ground and the soles of my shoes. Surprisingly I wasn't afraid, just intrigued with what it would feel like if I was inbetween. I went into a trance and just stared back and forth between the two destinations as everything around me continued to grow darker.

At one point I remember pushing myself off of something, and at one point I remember hitting something hard but not feeling anything.

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I awoke in an unfamiliar room, squinting at the light that shone down on me. Oh god, was I kidnapped? I really am NOT in the mood to be kidnapped. TODAY IS NOT THE DAY.

I tried to sit up but waves of pain shot through my ribs, causing me to inhale sharply and plop back down onto the bed. Wait, I'm on a bed? What kind of kidnapper puts victims on a bed? Am I missing out on something here? Is this some weird fetish? I really don't want to be a part of some weird fetish.

I tried taking a look around but ending up almost jumping out of my skin when I saw a boy about my age standing in the doorway silently. When he saw me looking at him with wide eyes, he just smiled playfully.

"Good, you're up! How are you feeling?" He said to me enthusiastically. If this WAS a kidnapping, I'm really worried as to what happened here.

"Uh.." My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I-I'm.. fine... may I ask who you are and why I'm on a bed instead of at my house like a normal teenage boy?"

"OH right, sorry. I was on a walk and I saw you by the tree, unconscious. So, I took you here to rest and help you with your injuries and such. Don't worry, I'm just here to help. I'm Vic, by the way." I visibly relaxed and he walked over to where I was lying, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it cautiously, watching him as he smiled at me.

"Kellin." I said.

"Well hey Kellin, it's nice to meet you. Oh, and I forgot to say- don't worry, I only live a few minutes away, walking distance, from where you were. So, you're not far." He stated knowingly. I nodded, thanking him for the information. We sat there for a few moments in silence before I spoke.