Fight The Pain

The Beggining;

I walked back down to the creek, my black boots clunking with the mud as it stuck on the soles. I grabbed onto tree upon tree trying to make my way to the creek without slipping. The narrow trees and leaves hid me from any nearby danger as the sun was quickly casscading down the earths level. My feet would occassionally flop and make me slip a little but as for the trees supporting my weight, I never touched the ground.

I made it down to the creek noticing that the sun had already faded out and it was getting darker by the minute. I looked around the muddy landscape in search for what I came back for. I started to feel little dropplets of rain and pulled my hood over my head. I knew I needed to hurry or I'd for sure slip on the way back to the top. I finally noticed the brown little journal I was in seek of. I bent down to grab it and saw the mud seeping in through the pages.

I trudged over to the pathway as I tried to reach a branch. I swiftly grabbed branch by branch hauling myself to the top. When I had gotton back to the mushy grass on flat land I inspected the journal the best I could considering the mud enveloping the cover and pages. I sighed and started to walk back from the trees to the city lights. I started to feel more and more rain pour down from when I felt the dropplets.

As I hit the sidewalk i tried my best to avoid anything and everything at the most hoping luck would be on my side. I walked down the sad tradgidy of the neighborhood that had been hit with a tornado on this side of the city only weeks before. I could still hear the sighs of exasperation break out as people tried to look for anything that they may have left behind. I finally looked up to see the construction workers still trying to pick up the frazzeled pieces.

As I divided into a brighter part of the city I desperately looked for the quickest way to get home to cleanse the dirtied journal. I saw the street with the name Monroe Ave. on the green sign that showed two street names heading north, or west. I took the designated left that I needed to take. I walked a couple blocks before I was safely on my porch. I digged through the tightness of my jean pocket for what I needed to be in my house.

I took the key and twisted it in the keyhole as I heard a little click indicating I could go into my house. As I got into my dark house I flipped the nearby switch as my living room became alight. I took of the muddy boots and dropped the on the tile right by the door inside. I unzipped the soaked hoodie and placed it on the tile next to the boots I'd have to eargerly clean in the morning. I slightly shook my head and sighed. I walked into my kitchen and flipped the switch as I opened the journal. I took in a deep breath knowing the writing was faded and be lost forever.

I grabbed a glass from the cabinet as I turned the faucet and watched as the water gushed into the glass sphere. I brought the glass up to my lips as the clear beverage slided down my throat. I looked at the journal on the counter and put the glass down. I walked over to the dishwasher and took ot a clear container noticing it could hold the journal. I went back to the faucet and turned both knobs so the water would be warm. when the container was a little under halfway full I turned the faucet off. I gently dipped the journal in the water as the water got brown and more brown. I sighed and walked back into my living room and seated myself onto my couch.

As the careless minutes passed and I almost fell asleep I felt my phone ring in my back pocket. I jolted up and looked at the caller iD smiling at the name. "Hello?" I questioned into the speaker. "Look, Journey, you've been to lost in a philosophy. You need to start to be social.. for the best.." I cringed knowing that I didn't even want to speak to the bustly reciever. "Fine. Tomorrow we can go out." I said into the speaker softly. "Okay, I'll text you when i'm outside." With that I couldn't hear anymore of the voice I used to articulate to every day, and laugh with.