Journey of the Heart ~ Clownzy

Drifting (23)

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~ Branzy ~

One.

Branzy awoke and he was drowning.

Two.

A strangled scream burst from his lips as he found himself sinking further into the icy depths; the perpetual darkness around him was a chasm engulfing him in its grasp.

Three.

He desperately began to swim up towards the looming light above.

Four.

He held his breath, attempting to abate the continuous rush of water flooding his lungs.

Five.

Fuzzy, hazy, blurry: His vision was fogged. He could see nothing but the blinding pain that surrounded him.

Six.

He continued to kick his legs, propelling himself towards the light.

Seven.

Every muscle contorted from the strenous effort; his lungs ready to burst from the pressure and pain.

Eight.

Darkness began to cloud his vision despite the immenent light above. He wasn't going to make it. Maybe he should just welcome the impending death that hung over him.

Nine.

The brightness was so close that he could practically taste it, savour its gentle touch. He kept moving towards the illumination despite the protest of his body.

Ten.

His head broke the surface of the water, the cool air immediately slapping his skin. He started spluttering as a rush of oxygen filled his lungs with a deliciousness he wished he could savour. Piercing into his skin, the daylight was almost too bright and too overpowering; the sting of the light was welcoming.

His vision began to clear and he suddenly found himself not in water, but in a field of grass. Blazing and burning, the sun was directly over head, glaring down at him. The phantom pain of drowning still continued to plague his lungs, probing at the smarting tissue. Branzy slowly started to blink, he could hear the hushed whispers of people around him and a conformed shock as he sat up.

"Branzy, are you okay?" A hand gently wrapped around his shoulder. Their fingers were firm and yet beningn. The shape of a man appeared in his blurred vision, a troubled expression contorting their face.

A different person spoke, "Hey Branzy, we were worried about you... what's going on?" They had a voice that Branzy would never have thought would bring him comfort up until recently.

"Ashswag? Squiddo? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"

"We were uh, hoping you could tell us. We saw all of these death messages on our com. First from Clown, then from you and you both have been gone from spawn for a while and..." Squiddo's voice trailed off.