|| The Broken Callaway || Jason's perspective .
| Chpt. 1 - We're not alone anymore .
Green tree's tall and large; beautiful forest, Sounds of leaves swaying in the wind and the smell of rich pines reach the sense of my nose; The air fresh and crisp. I slowly drag my feet across the wet, dark green grass, making my dark brown leather dress shoes damp and wet. Stomping in a very gentle, slow pattern, Holding my arm endlessly. Feeling a tugging cramp in my upper arm, and cringing bitterly from the pain. I lift my head slightly to a sudden drip on my pale cheek; Rain , the small cold water droplet dull from the grey cloudy sky. My eyes burned, probably from the bright lights that lit Wilderness Chapel, the largest asylum near Wilderness forest. I then reach for the violently jammed buckle on the trashed straight jacket I tried to escape from. Tugging at it angerly and narrowing my eyebrows. Making irritated noises, and groaning quietly. Signing and soon resting my hands at my sides, returning to a slunched over position. Police officers began to search for me in the distance. Flashlights and barking from well trained officer dog's were shouted from far away. Giving me time to be hidden; not found.
I lost them finally, breathing heavily and gasping to catch my breath.
" I lost 'em..." My voice shook and my hands soon traveling to my chest.
My heart pounding rather quickly, and my lungs pumping air rapidly.
Continuing to waddle my way through the forest.
Time passed and the sky grew a dark grey, the rain pouring down and soaking my clothing; pasting down my loose curly chestnut colored hair to my face. I often pushed my wet hair from my face. Continuously brushing it back into a slick formation, only for it to repeatively fall back into my eyes. Stepping on leaves, rocks and twigs, making noises not intentionally. However, not caring for whatever beast like animal could be lurking around for prey. Hearing the pitter patter of small animals roaming quickly throughout the night hours. And the day almost over, a dark pretty sunset sitting on the horizon and rain droplets shimmering on the tree tops, from the almost dim lights of the sky.
My eyes gazing at the sunset, Blinking slowly, still stinging slightly. As my steps grew slower, my brain drifting into a dream and emptying my thoughts with pleasurable scenes. Happyness I craved, swaying little by little with the calmed steps I took. The smell of wet grass and dirt was spread throughout the air. A sort of relaxed emotion flowing through my body. The daydream calming my thoughts in a way only myself could imagine.
Suddenly the sounds of a soft cry, disturbed the calm, sorta dazed day dream; quickly dragging me back to reality, my eyes search for a nearby subject from which I heard the quiet whimpers from.
"Hello?..." I asked, only to wait for no reply.
I slipped my hands into my pockets and continue to follow the noises. Pushing my way through bushes and leaves, branches, sticks and twigs. Snapping the nature items on the wet ground and making quite steps, forwarding myself to the faint cries. And finally reaching the source of whimpers.
"Hello?..." I asked again, waiting for the being to reply.
As I approached, I saw a young female, hunched over onto her knee's and covered in bruises and cuts; dark red blood stains and dirt spots on her clothing. It reeked of blood.
"H-hello?...who are you?--..."
The young female studders, pushing her wet hair out of her face and shivering with fear. Trying to seek who was in her precence, her eyes bloodshot and discolored. And her left eye covered in thick locks of her light brown hair, and bright red lipstick smuged across her lips. Her skin pale and her makeup ran down her cheeks, the expression of truama spread across her face. I step closer kindly and push my hair from my eyes. Reaching out my long arm to give her a hand and help her up. Then waiting there patiently for her to act upon my gesture, and blinking slowly at her.
"I'm Jason..you okay?..."
I said and cleared my throught, speaking in a kind tone and smiling softly.
"...Who are you..stay back!...I don't think I know you, sir..." The young girl shouted, backing up into a tree and dragging her feet on the ground. Dirt staining her white knee high socks, and she began to pant quickly.
"It's okay, I'm not here to hurt you. Are you alright?..."
"I don't know you, leave me alone sir..."
"You can trust me..I heard you crying, and I can help..."
I kept my hand out and reached out closer to her, kindly wanting to do something nice for once.
"I'm okay, really sir--..." Coughed the girl.
"Trust me, ma'am..."
The girl shook violently, and rejected My offer twice. Scanning what was in front of her was difficult, her eyes red and her vision fuzzy; causing her difficulty in site. Then clenching her fist in her chest and slowing her breathing, taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly. Soon to hold out her hand and blindly missing my hand in front of her. Then almost finding my hand before I took her reach gently, causing her to react quickly. Pulling her hand quickly out of my grip and into her chest, but returned her hand into my grip slowly.
"It's okay." I spoke quietly, before pulling her up slowly.
She was silent and kept her gaze to the floor. Crippling in pain as she tried to stay standing, shaking as I pulled her up.
"What's you're name little lady?..."
"Mercy..." She whispered.
"..Nice to meet you, dear."
I cleared my throat once again and fixed my callor of my sweater. Then pushing my hair from my face and curling my lips inward before opening to them to speak once again. Mercy began to look faitel , closing her eyes and losing consciousness. Almost plumiting to the ground.
"Mercy?..." I spoke before catching her.
I picked her up and carried her in my arms, panicing. And not knowing what to do. My normal instinct was to leave to home, caring for her at this state of health would be safer there. Not much great expierience with hospitals, my heart pounded as I quickly scrambled thought the forest. Heading toward my home and looking down at her ever so often. And a feeling suddenly hit me. Pushing her hair out of her face before realizing how pretty she was, tears roll down her rosey pink cheeks and rain drops hit her soft pale skin.
The sudden feeling was different from any other. I thought to my self and kept my pace to the house quickly, soon We arrive and I stand still.
"Pretty girls shouldn't cry..."
Quietly staring at her with a gentle frown, I find a way to see her beauty. And take a final breath. Before relaxing in her precence...
|| To be continued...
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The Broken Callaway
Romance|| This madness we live in , can't only judge the way you know someone... but can't judge the way you love someone... || This romantic horror of a story is basically about my own original character, so this will be in his perspective most likely, h...
